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yanderelovlies · 2 years

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✨Galaxy Anon ✨ here!

Alright what’s the schedule? Lol

Yes same to that sentiment. Yes like I actually feel bad sometimes when someone gets me something since then I can’t refuse it and also sometimes I’m not crazy about it but the thought counts. It is sometime I wish I can turn it off but nope. I mean ay least we are responsible with money.

Alright. Let me get the list

Helluva Boss

The Owl House

Amphibia

Arcane

Gravity Falls

Sunny Day Jack

My Dear hatchet man

See Thru: Need a Friend

My Hero Academia ( though have lost interest on later seasons and manga)

Tokyo Revengers

Fnaf ( more into lore than games. I love reading fanfiction about it it’s fun seeing theories)

The rest I have to remember but I like more anime and shows but these are the ones I indulge into the most. Hmm what’s wrong on aliexpress? Not trustworthy or selling it for crazy prices? I hope you find it soon viví!

Wow it really was that bad though can’t blame you I don’t think that work environment is good for you especially still in school. Do what I couldn’t do and pass the math. I’m serious I literally think I would’ve failed a grade from it. Ooh what kind of tips if I may ask?

Thanks viví especially you waiting for my replies and sorry again for taking awhile. I do my best to respond the fastest I can but it’s so busy in life sometimes I barely even have to wind down. It’s always great to see your replies and hear from you as well!

Ooh so cute! Any songs in particular you recommend or love to hear while driving?

Seriously it is like that. Your basically in danger for showing basic human decency for being tricked and hurt by horrible people it’s crazy. If your not paranoid you can get easily hurt worse. That’s why I just like staying inside so much. At least you have enough bravery to do that, I hate people hearing my music unless I let them and it’s rare. I mean seriously not even my family hears a lot of my music since it’s so personal to me and also I’m afraid they look at me weird for my taste. My music taste is wild. So yeah I don’t even take chances doing that since I feel self conscious and since I have terrible hearing well unless I want the world to hear I can’t do the same shame.

Honestly yeah. Yeah and on the other side there are people who demand your attention even if you visited there table twenty times and get mad if you don’t visit for four minutes it’s ridiculous and get mad at me for it. Thankfully most are patient. Yeah at least I’m used to it also so I have more patience.

Also to answer the other thing I said about having a break don’t worry viví! Tell your brain to shut up and have a break otherwise you’ll get stressed from the pressure. I mean at least you have a schedule but don’t be afraid to take a break on it. You make these requests for free so people shouldn’t demand you make it right away. Vivi’s brain let them rest!

Lol I'll have to get to you on that one

Oh i know my old friends use to ask how I always seem to keep money. I had to gently explain to them that they don't have to buy everything they see. I was not the favorite that day 👀

All of those I've heard of but never been into the fandom. It's hard for me to get into shows. I really want to cause it'd what everyone is into, but it's hard for me to watch it. My mind wanders and I do other things completely ignoring the show. Don't get me wrong I have shows, but not a lot.

That being said I wouldn't hearing about them! I don't mind spoilers if you don't mind questions. Who knows maybe talking about it with you will make me watch it! Also from what I understand it's like wish and I don't trust clothing that come from wish.

Honestly If it a gets really bad I'm getting a tutor I'm determined to pass and get my degree. Won't lie it scares me a bit but I'll do what I need to. Since it was on semester it was basics such as meditating, Journaling (that one had helped a lot by the way) and finding the little joys. If you point out something positive at the end of the day it helps you see the day as good rather focusing on the negative.

Honestly, that depends on my mood when I'm driving. But I can give you some of the songs that hyper fixated on lately!

Honestly, I think it is just because I have never been able to hide away till recently so anything I listened to everyone heard. The only downside to it is now I have big loud speaker in my house that my neighbors hear on the daily. It hasn't been a complaint yet (cause I usually play it during the day and turn of off the closer to dark it gets) but waiting. The only playlist I keep to myself if my "when the clouds come" type of playlist if you get what I mean.

The people who want your attention the whole time they are there make me upset. I just don't understand where that entitlement comes from. They get upset when people mess up their work day so why do it to others?? Ugh

I know 😭 thank you for worrying about me 🥺🥺💕💕

#vivi talks #galaxy anon

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clownboymcchucklefuck · 2 years

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Intro thingy I guess? [UPDATED FINALLY]

Hello! My names Gabriel, I'm 20 years old and non-binary, I use They/Them pronouns! I'm also AuDHD and @dont-wannadothis-anymore is the love of my life

I make yandere vn theories now and simp over said VN characters so minors DNI because these games are 18+ and not meant for minors in any way

[Blog mascot/Self Insert:]

ART BY THE WONDERFUL @mr-ritza THANK YOUUUU

Also play my game 👁👁:

Feel free to talk to me about these fandoms:

Danganronpa

The Walten Files

The Mandela Catalog

Five nights at Freddys

(Please no Security Breach though)

Yandere Visual Novels I Like :

10:16

14 Days With You

Camp Willow Peak

Colored Gaze

Dead Meat

Duality

Favor

Honey Hotline

John Doe

My Dear Hatchet Man

Restart Heart

See Thru: Need A Friend?

Turn The Page

Would You Stay?

YOU and HIM

[Will add more when I organize this better]

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[I don't know what else to put on here]

#introduction #introductory post

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obsidiancreates · 5 years

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I Have Just One Question (Part One)

Aria straightened her husband’s bow tie one more time. “Are you sure about this, my love?” she asked, looking into his eyes.

Markiplier, the beloved Actor, smiled. “Of course I am! Besides, how are they supposed to have a party without me? I bring star-quality to it.”

Aria sighed and smiled. “Alright. I just... don’t want any painful memories coming up. I’ve been worried about you lately, ever since they came back to town.”

“William is one of my oldest friends. I... think it’s time to finally bury the hatchet.” He grinned at his wife, putting his hand under her chin. “After all, I’ve moved on.”

Aria giggled, and they shared a kiss.

“Shall we be going, then?” Aria said when they pulled away. “Oh, you’ve lipstick on your face now, dear.” She took a handkerchief out of her purse and wiped it away.

“Yes, I think we’re suitably fashionably late by now.” He slicked his hair back one more time. “To the party!”

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They pulled up in front of Damien’s home, the winter sun already beginning to set.

“Thank you, Benjamin,” Aria said as they got out. “The party is officially over at nine, but with this lot I suspect you’ll have to add a half an hour to that.”

“I’ll be back by nine, mistress. Though, I have to disagree with your theory.”

“Oh?”

“Given the company, I suspect you’ll be calling the house for me to come pick you up as soon as you walk in the door.”

Aria frowned. “Mark is open to reconciliation, Benjamin. I know what he’s said before, but-”

“But that was when he wasn’t face-to-face with them all.”

Aria sighed. “By nine, Benjamin.”

He nodded. “By nine, mistress.”

She got out of the car and went to stand next to her husband, who was waiting at the door.

He looked at her and offered his arm. She linked hers with his, and they both took a deep breath.

Mark knocked on the door.

Damien opened it, and beamed. “At last! I was starting to be afraid that you wouldn’t show!”

“I would never miss one of your parties, Dames! I was growing tired of wine, anyway.” Actor flashed a cheeky grin.

“Well, best come in now then, before William drinks me out of house and home!”

“Oh yes, William’s the one to worry about.”

Damien took notice of Aria. “Oh, my apologizes. I’m afraid the drink has drowned my manners! It’s lovely to see you again, Aria.”

“A pleasure as always, Damien.”

The couple entered the house, and Damien lead them to the living room.

They walked in on Celine and William kissing so intensely that the two didn’t even realize anyone else had entered the room. Damien cleared his throat, casting glances at Actor.

Aria looked at her husband as well. He looked... mildly uncomfortable, as would be expected, but no worse than that.

Damien cleared his throat again, louder. William and Celine broke apart. William flushed bright pink, but Celine just re-adjusted her shawl and smiled.

For a few moments, no-one spoke. An awkward tension filled the room, and Aria began to wonder if Benjamin had been right.

And then Mark spoke. “Well. Best to get the heavy stuff out of the way now, I think, so we can enjoy the festivities sooner.” He looked at William. “It’s... nice to see you again, old friend.”

William looked surprised, his eyebrows shooting above the rims of his glasses. “Really?”

Celine nudged him with her elbow and gave him a look. He cleared his throat.

“I mean, it’s nice to see you too.” He looked at Aria, and his mustache twitched inquisitively. “Who’s this?”

“I’m his wife, Aria.”

Now Celine was the surprised one. “Wife? I thought that he’d sworn to never-”

“A meaningless promise in the heat of heartbreak,” Mark said, avoiding looking at Celine. “Aria has been my guardian angel for a wonderful four years now. If it weren’t for her I... probably wouldn’t be at peace enough to be here right now.”

More silence.

“Let’s not dwell on a bitter past, shall we? Tonight is about new beginnings! A bright future! Forgiveness and moving on!” Actor chuckled. “I uh, don’t have a glass to raise at the moment, unfortunately.”

William grinned. “Let’s fix that as soon as possible!” He went and poured a glass, and then presented it to Mark. “Consider it an official peace offering!”

Mark took it, returning William’s grin with one of his own. “To new beginnings!” he declared, raising his glass.

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The night went on swimmingly. Aria watched her husband laugh and smile like he never had before as he joked and bantered with his old friends. She sat by his side, laughing with him, happy that things were going so well.

Everyone had their fair share of drink, expect for her. She preferred wine to hard liquors, and even then only a glass or two.

Even Celine joined in on the joking, telling stories of when she and Damien were children, the trouble they would get into.

She didn’t speak much to Aria, but Aria didn’t speak much to her, and they both seemed perfectly happy that way.

At one point, Aria excused herself to freshen up.

“It’s just past the front door, on the other side of the green vase,” Damien told her.

Aria thanked him.

On her way back, there was a knock at the door.

She paused, wondering if she should grab Damien. He was the mayor, after all. It could be something important.

Another round of raucous laughter came from the other room.

Well. No sense interrupting the fun, she could just take a message for him.

She opened the door and found herself staring at one of Mark’s other friends.

“Abe?”

Abe looked surprised. “Aria? What are you doing here?”

“There’s a party going on. Why are you here?”

Abe frowned, suddenly serious. “I came to report some findings of an investigation to your husband.”

“You have? I... wasn’t aware he’d hired you for anything.”

“Well... he didn’t, technically.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was hired via a letter, saying he needed me to look into something. There was money in the envelope, and it told me not to tell anyone.”

“... You seem to have failed at that.”

“My investigation is nearly over, I don’t think it matters anymore.”

Aria looked over at the other room. “Was it hand-written?”

“No, typed.”

Aria looked back at him. “Really? That’s... interesting.” She tilted her head. “What were you asked to investigate?”

“I can’t talk about it until I tell him. Sorry.”

“Were you asked to come here?”

“No, we’ve communicating through letters, for discretion purposes. But this couldn’t wait, so I went to the manor, and Benjamin said I could find him here.”

“Well...” Aria tried off, thinking.

“Is there something... oh! Hello, Abe.” Damien walked in, sway a bit, words beginning to slur. “What brings you here?”

“Urgent business. Where’s Mark?”

Damien frowned. “In the living room. What’s-”

Abe walked inside and made a beeline for the party area.

Damien blinked. “That was... odd.”

Aria nodded, “Quite.”

Celine walked over. “Damien, what’s Abe doing here?”

“I’m not sure.” He looked to Aria.

Aria looked between the twins, both awaiting answers. “Oh, I’m afraid I’ve no more idea than you.”

“Maybe another scandal about his use of funds is about to break,” Celine muttered.

“He’s not like that anymore,” Aria said. “He’s become quite responsible with his wealth, in fact!”

“He’s a lot different from the man you knew,” Damien said to his sister, voice soft.

“... I can tell.”

She left the room.

Aria looked at where she had stood. “Why is she here if she thinks he’s the same man she left behind all those years ago?”

“I don’t know,” Damien said with a sigh. “She’s the one who asked me to put this together, you know. I thought she’d carve his heart out before ever trying to reconcile, but here we are. She can be unpredictable.”

Aria looked at him. “She asked for this?”

Damien nodded, eyes (and likely judgement) slightly clouded with alcohol effects.

Aria’s head was swimming. She needed time to think. “Damien, how do I get to the garden? I’m in need of a bit of fresh air.”

“Hmm? Oh, of course. Just past the stairs, out the back.”

“Thank you.”

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Aria paced in the garden, thinking.

Her husband never typed letters. He preferred the personal feel of hand written. They didn’t even own a typewriter in their house!

So who had sent Abe those letters? And why did they claim to be Mark?

Celine had been friendly enough to Mark throughout the night, although she did keep bragging about William in a way that could be seen as insensitive, given the past. But their interaction implied that she thought lowly of Mark. Why had she asked for Damien to throw a get-together party? Why not throw it herself? Was she too worried that Mark wouldn’t come?

And why now? Celine and William had moved back into town months ago. Why reach out now? What changed?

Aria sighed.

Maybe she was overthinking things.

She looked back at the house. She wasn’t sure she wanted to leave Mark alone with them. He’d been... in a dark place, when they’d first met, and she’d worried he’d started to slip again. When he heard the news of William and Celine being back...

She took a deep breath Tonight was for fun. She could worry about these queries in the morning.

She walked back into the house and made her way to the living room, finding only Damien and Abe. Abe was passed out, tie around his head and a bottle in hand. Damien was still awake, but barely.

“Where’s Mark?” she asked.

“ ‘m not sure,” Damien said, leaning against a counter. “Went off wi’ Will.”

“Where?”

“Upstairs.”

Aria left and went upstairs, worried. If Mark was half as drunk as his friends, she didn’t want him anywhere he could fall from.

She reached the top and bumped into William, red-faced and scowling. “Excuse me,” he growled as he pushed past her.

Her worry grew.

“Mark?” She called out. She opened the doors in the hallways. “Mark? My love, where are you?”

No answers. Her pace quickened. “Mark?!”

She threw open the doors to the balcony and ran out, looking out at the side of the garden separate from the section she had been in.

And then she looked down.

And screamed.

Her hands flew to her mouth, tears immediately forming in her eyes. She screamed again, blood-curdling, her throat tearing up with her anguish.

The other all came rushing to her after a few moments. William waved a gun around, and Abe did the same.

Damien walked over to ask Aria what had happened, looked down, and froze.

“What is it? What is it?” William asked, rushing to look as well.

Aria sobbed in her hands, letting out another scream.

Abe looked as well, and his eyes went wide. He put an arm around Aria, and in turn she clung to him, shutting her eyes and wailing.

Celine was the last to look, already knowing what she would see.

Mark laid on the ground below them, a pool of blood around his head.

“No, no, no...” Damien whispered.

William gripped the balcony post, white-knuckled. “I- I just- we just made up... how did...”

They stood in silence, the only sound that of Aria’s grief.

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(I don’t know, random impulse, apparently it’ll be more than one part. It’s 4 am and I am... so tired. My undereyes are so heavy. I hope this is good despite that.)

Iplier taglist: @victory-cookies @beerecordings @septic-dr-schneep@sadcat5555 @a-humble-narcissus @kangaroo-roux @kairomancerr@miishae @lonelyseiren @takethepainawaybae @immabethehero @quagswag-the-great @lordjim777 @projectwkm @musical-in-theory (hey so I think @eternallyanxiousandstressed asked to be on the taglist but um for some reason I can’t tag them so... if anyone could do that for me I would appreciate it.) @hypnobakerysharkskeleton

#Markiplier #Who Killed Markiplier #Actor Mark #WKM AU #Who Killed Markiplier AU #wkm damien #wkm celine #wkm william #wkm abe #Aria's an OC obviously #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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reclusive-cat-lady · 8 years

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Stratagem

Summary: Rick leads Negan into a trap only to have an unexpected turn of events causing things to heat up between them.

Pairing: Negan x Rick Grimes

Word Count: 3337

Warnings: NSFW, strong language, violence, apocalyptic gore, dubcon, domination, angry sex, asphyxiation with a scarf, ass slapping, fingering, anal sex, orgasm denial, Rick being a prick

Tags: @negansmutweek @negans-network @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash

A/N: Written for Ash’s 2K challenge and Negan Smut Week. Somehow all my smutty one shots slowly evolve into dark erotica. Sorry not sorry. Rick had a mind of his own here. Not my fault. Did I actually write this?

Negan was in a worse mood than usual upon his arrival at Alexandria. The last drop was not only light but full of useless items which only served to elicit further tension with the Saviors. While Fat Joey, Dwight and the others present to collect the offering failed to ensure that their leader would be pleased with the paltry hull they brought back, Negan partially blamed himself for leaving ‘dimwitted fuckers,’ as he put it, to do the job. Not that he regretted having spent the time fucking two of his wives instead. Simply put, he would rather have competent soldiers who he could entrust not to fuck up something for just once. He was beginning to think this simple request was too much to ask for in the apocalyptic world they lived in. Hell, the dead had more brains than half of his men, he thought.

Method and strategic calculation were two attributes that kept Negan two steps ahead of everyone else. His performance as a volatile manic was the icing on the cake that kept his enemies on their toes. The citizens of Alexandria, namely Rick Grimes, remained none the wiser to his ever continuing mind games. When Negan and Lucille showed up at their gates a record four days earlier than the last unexpected visit, every soul there had fallen prey to this ploy of fear. The townspeople had grown accustomed to the shrill clank of barbed wire clashing against the metal bars of the front gate for each time it served as a harbinger of terror. Only this time the clangor was more demanding, forceful.

The alarming arrival was first noticed by Francine and Heath who were nearest the entrance when the ominous silhouette of a man carting a bat was cast across the front gate. Each waiting for the other to act first, both stood in silence as Lucille’s teeth gnashing assault on the metal continued. The increasing racket caught the attention of Rick who wasn’t far from the scene. In no hurry, he sauntered toward the entryway. Reaching the latch, he slid one door and then the other to the side allowing Negan entry. Without as much as an acknowledgement or glance at Rick, Negan presumptuously stepped foot into the safe zone. Standing in place, his dark eyes scrutinized his surroundings.

“Where’s the fucking emergency?”

“Excuse me?” Rick deadpanned.

“The emergency that kept you fine, neighborly folk from greeting your guest in a fucking timely manner.” Any humor implied was firmly contradicted by the anger showcased on Negan’s face.

“I can only assume this emergency is why you’re here before we have your offering ready.” His words seethed with suppressed anger.

“Thing is, Rick.” Negan’s lips curved in a wry smile. “You have to have a full fucking load the first fucking time if you want the next one to count. And seeing as I didn’t get my shit the last fucking time that tells me you don’t have shit for me this week.”

Daring a step closer, Rick met Negan’s cold gaze. “You might wanna check with your guys then. Every man and woman here will attest that they saw their things put on that truck.”

“First off, I know you meant to say my things. Second.” Ever the showman, Negan paused for dramatic effect. “That truck didn’t have even half of fucking half your shit.”

“We tried. Seems our usual supply source is overru-“

Negan interrupted, “if I wanted a fucking excuse, I would have fucking asked for it. What I did ask for? Your shit. I don’t think that’s unreasonable. Do you?”

Breaking eye contact, Rick gazed past Negan in silent defiance.

“Well?” Negan purred.

Emotion remained void from Rick’s face. Knuckles whitened as his fists clenched tighter. “No. No.”

“You of all people, Rick, know what an understanding kind of guy I can be. Lucille on the other hand? Now if it were up to her, she’d make your body as limp as a fucking whiskey dick. But I’m giving you a choice. Get me my shit or I get you a new dead friend. Shame you’re out of gingers and Asians to choose from.” Jutting his jaw, Negan continued, “Better yet, how about that smoking black chick.”

Rick contorted his face in anger, shattering his composed façade. His jaw set with gritted teeth as his eyes leered into Negan’s own in passionate rage. Fury boiled in his blood as dark, malicious thoughts consumed him.

Negan shot Rick an expression of mock concern. “Now what the fuck has got your dick in a twist?”

Rationalization told Rick he should subdue his anger but his mind betrayed him as his body continued to tense, blood boiling with hatred. The nonchalant attitude Negan displayed only added fuel to the fire burning within Rick.

“Oh, wait. You thought I meant to kill her?” Negan let out a boisterous laugh. “Excuse the fuck out of me for implying anything other than making her my fucking wife. Hot, gutsy chick like that? Give me a week alone with her and she’ll be begging to have my fucking dick in that pretty pussy of hers.”

It took every last ounce of composure Rick possessed not to break his jaw at the deplorable insinuation of Michonne engaging in a carnal act with a vile monster such as Negan was to him. Reminding himself of what could happen, what he could lose, he took a proverbial step back, instead simmering on other ways he could make Negan suffer. His pulse and breathing slowed as sound judgement began to set back in. He knew far too well the consequences of going up against Negan but he couldn’t allow him to take the woman he loved most dear. Rather than the insubstantial dream of Negan’s death at his hands, images of his adversary being torn apart by the undead conjured in Rick’s mind. Rick now knew what he had to do.

“You want your stuff, right? Why don’t we go get it? Right now. You and me,” Rick offered.

Negan couldn’t have been more proud that his intimidation tactic once again set Rick the Prick in his place. Or so he though.

It was by sheer luck that Rick Grimes had stumbled across a wholesale warehouse not but twenty miles from the community of Alexandria. He and Daryl brought back a truck full of canned goods, toiletries and housewares along with selective knickknacks which had sufficed for the last month and a half of the Saviors demands.

Since the dawn of Negan’s despotic rule over Alexandria, Rick’s law of averages theory seemed to show itself more as wishful thinking than a reliable statistical outcome. This was substantiated upon his last run to the warehouse which he discovered to be abound with walkers leaving no pathway but one to enter the building. The merchandiser entrance in the back of the store was left mostly clear as the abandoned trucks created a barricade which impede the walkers from getting through. Not even the most well trained solder could clear the hordes of undead teeming the interior of the warehouse as the expanse left for little coverage once inside deeming it a death trap. This was why, of course, Negan and Rick were on their way there.

Negan pulled up to the rear entrance as Rick had instructed under the pretense of the majority of supplies being in the back storeroom. Everything was going to plan with not a walker was in sight on this clear, crisp day. Negan backed the truck into one of the loading docks with a smug grin.

“This is what I’m talking about, Rick. I ask you for shit and you give me a fucking warehouse. This is something to build a relationship on,” Negan drawled as he stepped out of the truck carting Lucille in hand.

Ignoring Negan’s unremitting egotism, Rick hopped out of the truck with high hopes that he would continue to circumvent any shortcomings in his stratagem. Though he staggered a short distance behind to err on the side of caution. Negan had allowed Rick to carry his hatchet which was tucked into his belt.

“As much as I’m enjoying the ever living fuck out of your company, I don’t have all fucking day to dick around. You coming?” Negan said as he stood by the entryway.

Knowing he had the upper hand, Rick defiantly continued his torpid pace trudging up the stairs to the door, boots scuffing the concrete below.

“Ladies first,” Negan jeered as he bowed in mock obeisance. Rick sauntered past him with disregard, his hand hesitantly reaching toward the doorknob in trepidation of the unknown dangers lurking on the other side. It was all together possible the walkers had found a way into the storeroom since his last visit. He pushed aside his instinct to barge in baring his hatchet as to prevent alerting Negan to the danger he was luring him into, Rick instead risked the odds by coolly opening the door as if entering the safe zone of Alexandria. Braving a step forward, Rick found the place as he’d last left it. Skylight domes adorned the lofty ceiling bringing natural illumination to the expanse of the chamber, though the storeroom itself was small compared to the entirety of the building. Negan followed behind as Rick strode to the center of the room.

“This is it,” Rick said gesturing to the wall of towering wooden pallets loaded with a conglomeration of everything from bulk cereal to espresso machines. Negan circled the room with a pompous stride swinging Lucille to his side as he perused his endless options.

“Ohhh, I could use one of these!” Coming to a halt, Negan brandished his beloved bat at the stack of cast iron charcoal grills stacked before him. A thick layer of plastic sheath held the tower in place. Leaning back in admiration of his newest favourite cooking appliance, he withdrew the sizable knife from his cartilage belt with his free hand. “Hey, Rick! Give me a fuckin’ hand with this.”

Rick reluctantly obliged on account of impatience for Negan to move on to the warehouse floor where the real feast awaited him. He palmed out his hand, expecting to be given the knife Negan held, only to be greeted by the unwelcome caress of Lucille instead. Rick abhorrently resented being forced to carry the very object that had caused him such grief and remorse when she took her first swing before his tearful eyes. Pushing such grim thoughts aside, reassurance swept over Rick as he cast his gaze to a sight that served as a reminder today would be his final meeting with the loathed bat and her master. Within feet of the parcel, which Negan had been unhurriedly marveling at, were the one-way swinging doors that held back the horde of walkers lurking inside.

“Well I can’t very well cut this shit open with her in my hand now, can I?” Negan said in response to having taken notice of Rick’s visible distress. Turning his focus back to the pallet, Negan carelessly sliced through the plastic wrap with no regard to the excess boxes beneath. The teeth of his knife snagged, sending the towering mass toppling into the double doors creating an open passage to the conjoining room. Rick’s ploy had gone into effect sooner than expected putting him in the line of danger as walkers began piling in by the masses. He bolted for the door leaving Negan in the wake of the undead.

The odds of survival were not in Negan’s favor should he precariously fight a dozen or more walkers with a single knife. Sooner he seal Rick’s fate with his own by sacrificing his only means of defense. Without hesitation, Negan threw his knife, successfully hitting his target.

Rick tugged furiously at the door which was wedged shut from the knife’s mark. The force in which it hit secured it deep within the wood thwarting any escape. With no choice but to push back toward the multiplying horde, Rick stormed forth with unyielding ferocity. The piercing barbs of the bat he wielded connected with the skulls of the undead, vanquishing as many as three in a single stroke. Lucille’s savage kiss left a trail of carnage as Rick fought to clear his way to the only remaining refuge. The sickening pop of splintering skulls coupled with the moans of the walking dead. Rick delivered a final blow before slipping into the confines of the storeroom freezer. He slammed the latch door behind him. Rick turned to assess his surroundings only to be met by a harsh blow to the face. He fell to the floor, dropping Lucille in the act.

“Stand the fuck up, you fucking fucker. Before I fuck you up even more,” Negan exhorted as he towered over Rick. “I don’t think you have any idea how fucking pissed off you’ve made me, fucker.”

Unwilling adhere to his demand, Rick defiantly remained in place as Negan glowered above. In a swift movement, Negan delivered a kick only to have his foot meet the metal door in the place where Rick had just been. Having rolled to the side before the assault, Rick was already to his feet with Lucille in hand as Negan doubled over in pain from the impact of his foot colliding with the hard surface.

“I have to say, Rick, I didn’t think you had it in you,” Negan huffed as brought himself upright. The inconvenience of being unarmed left him with only manipulation as a weapon. “I mean, have you fucking looked at yourself these last few weeks? You’ve been sulking around like a whore in a-”

Rick’s fist met Negan’s jaw with enough force to send him tumbling backward. He propped himself up against the ledge of the shelf he had collapsed into but before he could turn around to face his opponent, he found himself trapped in a chokehold as Rick gripped his crimson scarf with enough tensity to constrict his breathing. The clonk of the bat dropping to the floor echoed in the small room as Rick raised his free hand to wrap tightly around Negan’s throat while the other remained firmly clutching his scarf which served as a physical restraint.

This was the opportunity Rick had awaited from the moment they first met but somehow he couldn’t bring himself to put to death his most hated foe. His veins surged with rage but lacked the bloodthirst he’d thought would come with having Negan’s life in his hands. Silently cursing himself for his weakness, he loosened his hold, shoving Negan forward so that his torso was pressed firmly into the shelf below.

Negan gasped for air with deep, heaving breaths. “Damn, Rick! If I’d known you were such a kinky motherfucker, I’d have fuckin’ slid my dick down your throat ages ago.”

Having been subjected to Negan’s incessant innuendos, Rick had come to spurn them. This time was different. It dawned on Rick that Negan’s propensity for sex was his greatest weakness. He now knew the ultimate way to subjugate his oppressor.

“Is that what you want?” Rick growled as he pressed his hardening member against Negan’s backside. “My dick.”

Negan had found Rick’s actions to be unexpected to say the least. Unused to anyone having the balls to verbally contest him, Negan was unsure how this would pan out. The thrill of it all was arousing him more than he cared to admit. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pretend to himself that he didn’t want Rick Grimes to fuck him right then and there in the confines of a storeroom freezer. All that was in the way was his massive ego. It was a rare occasion that anyone but him was in control. Pinned down, with his ass up, at Rick’s mercy was not quite how he would have liked this situation to go. Unwilling to yield to Rick’s domination, Negan contented by reciprocating with a flippant rebuttal.

“Seeing as you’re the one with your fucking dick practically up my ass, it seems pretty fucking obvious who needs a good cock job.”

If Rick could see Negan’s visage, he would have been privy to the wry smile etched across his face. He also would have probably smacked his ass much harder than he did. Negan winced at the impact of the blow, his cock growing uncomfortably hard.

“Really, Rick?” He said through clenched teeth. “That’s all you fuckin-” Negan stopped midsentence at the shock of having his pants pulled to his ankles. Even more unexpected was the invasive push of a single finger inserting into his ass. Recalling the time he’d allowed Sherry to experiment with a strap on, he knew better than to resist if he were to experience more pleasure than pain from the penetration. After another few moments of teasing his entrance, Rick inserted a second finger which he began tauntingly pumping in and out. Just as the stimulation was beginning to build, Rick abruptly withdrew his digits. Negan cock twitched with heated anticipation as the clasp of a belt being unbuckled followed by a zip resounded from behind. Rick tossed his hatchet to the side.

The exhilaration of the unknown coupled with biting frustration from the absence of control was more than he could handle. Negan cocked his head over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of what depraved things were to come. His eyes took into view the erogenous sight of Rick’s thick cock as it sprung free glistening with pre-cum. After a few strokes, Rick lubricated his member with as much saliva as he could muster. This provided no reassurance to Negan that the experience awaiting him wouldn’t be uncomfortable to say the least. Regardless of his trepidation, Negan’s body teemed with burning desire. Before the other man could take notice of the hunger in his eyes, Negan turned aside his lust blown gaze. Rick caught sight of his sudden movement and advanced toward him with vehement fervor.

Feeling the tip of Rick’s cock prodding at his tight opening, Negan gulped a guttural moan. Taking his erection in hand, Rick slowly guided it inside. The sensation of a pulsating dick quite differed from the inertness of a rubber dildo and was a whole new experience from anything he’d felt before.

Once adjusted to the size, Rick pulled out all but the tip before sharply sheathing his length to the hilt as he grasped his hands on either side of Negan’s hips for better leverage. Still determined not to give Rick the satisfaction of complete control, Negan held back from any audible expression of pleasure with only a grunted ‘fuck’ when he was pulled in harder. The ruthless constraint of pressing fingers dug painfully into Negan’s naked flesh with bruising force. He soon found his efforts of physical reserve to be in vain with each shudder his body traitorously ceded to. Rick’s thrusts picked up speed setting a savage pace.

The ultimate supremacy Rick now held over his former oppressor served as the retribution he long craved but it wasn’t enough to satisfy his malignant rage. Rick shifted his hips as his rhythm became more erratic. His inner thighs clenched with building pressure. Blood pulsated through his veins as his cock convulsed with shooting pleasure. Overcome in violent ecstasy, Rick withdrew before Negan could find his release. Collapsing to the ground beside Lucille, Negan trembled with unfulfilled desire.

Paying no mind to the frustrated state he inflicted upon Negan, Rick zipped up his pants with satisfaction before crossing to the other side of the freezer to pick up his hatchet. The muffled moans of the undead had silenced indicating they had moved on. Wielding his weapon as a precaution, Rick swung open the door to find a clear exit from the building with only a few stragglers from the herd. Without another word, he set off for Alexandria leaving Negan to rethink ever returning there.

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It is no longer news that the Kano State Governor Umar Ganduje has through a new a law passed by the state house of assembly split the Kano emirate into five.

For the record, in addition to the old, Kano emirate, the newly created emirates are Gaya, Rano, Karaye, and Bichi respectively.

And according to the law creating them, all the five Emirates are to co-exist on equal standing. How insulting!

Not forgetting also that it took the house roughly three days to get done what looked like a hatchet job.

As it were, the swift passage of the bill may well serve as another a reminder of how adroit governments in Nigeria can become when it comes to doing what they considered needful especially when an enemy real or perceived is in sight.

If not similar in a manner of legislative and executive gang-up, then, what happened in 2018 between Oyo State Government and musician Yinka Ayefele can definitely be described as an act of executive rascality.

The Abiola Ajimobi led government had mobilized men and resources to pull down a portion of Yinka Ayefele's Music House in Ibadan. The edifice was said to have contravened the State's Urban Master plan.

File photo: Umar Ganduje, Kano state governor. Source: Facebook.

What makes the event more annoying than intriguing was the timeline of its execution. The demolishing exercise took place in the early hours of a Sunday.

During the period, people's emotion had run over. And in the end, it was the differently-challenged gospel artiste that won in the emotive court of the people.

Reports have it that the damaged structure has been restored with funds provided by the state government.

The ancient Kano Emirate under Emir Sanusi Lamido wasn't as lucky. It did not only come down like a house of cards under the swift political hurricane triggered by Governor Umar Ganduje and his cohorts; there was also nobody to wail and lament for it in a show of solidarity.

Not even a single traditional ruler from the region raised a voice. Conspiracy theorists, therefore, have deemed their silence conspiratorial which indicates only one thing their pre-knowledge and support of the governor’s action.

The chances of it restoration, like Ayefele’s Music House, are even slimmer if non-existent because staffs of office have been presented to the beneficiaries by the governor contrary to a court order restraining him.

But just like when the idea of it splits first hit the airwaves, it has continued to generate conversations across the length and breadth of the country with people sharing their perspective.

Some northern elements have hailed the decision of the governor as a welcomed development copiously citing the example of what's obtained in the south-western part of the country.

The Kano Emirate, they argue, is too large for one man to oversee. And so the split is timely if not long overdue. With a thought like that, you would think the Kano emirate's seat is an elective one and not traditional and hereditary.

Some even went as far as suggesting that Emir Sanusi Lamido Sanusi should even be removed for what they call his incessant attack on a number of age-old cultural practices which are dear to a lot of northern elements.

Singularly worthy of reference here is the issue of underage marriage. Is it not better to have under-age girls get married than to have under-age prostitutes, those who one could best describe as chronic pedophiles argued?

They must have been alarmed at the possibility of such practice becoming outlawed that they felt greatly relieved that the kingdom of its number critic has been slashed off.

But you will not agree less that both under-age marriage and under-age prostitutes is an offshoot of the twin evils of poverty and ignorance ravaging the north and no less of the whole country.

However, others, like the Kano Forum, have condemned the action of the governor as an attack and bastardization of the traditional institutions.

As a Nigerian, it is not that I'm struggling to come to term with the reality of this significant incident, I'm only just not comfortable with the whole thing right from what allegedly triggered it, the speed and what it aims at achieving.

In fact, I find the whole affair muddled-up and misleading at the minimum.

Indeed, like it was alluded to by supporters of Ganduje's action, that the south-west where I'm from is replete with kingdoms. But they were neither created in one fell swoop like what just occurred in Kano nor are helping to bring governance closer to the people in the manner Ganduje is looking.

For example, at my nativity of Abeokuta, there are four notable kings. Roughly in order of stature, they are namely Alake of Egba land, Olowu of Owu, Agura of Gbagura, and Osile of Oke-Ona Egba.

Eminent, revered, and influential as they were, they are still merely traditional rulers without constitutional powers to affect the most basic of developmental needs of the people like their counterpart in other states.

Yes, in Lagos which share strong similarities with Kano, there are as many kings as you can imagine, but they remain influential pawns in the hands of political authorities.

So, how does Ganduje intends to achieve what he claimed was the purpose of creating four additional Emirates in Kano?

It is a fact that Nigerian political classes, especially the governors, are obsessive with power and are hardly known to delegate such to subordinates.

Traditional institutions in Nigeria have been reduced to mere consultative platforms for the elective office holders especially when things are no longer at ease in their respective domains.

So, his four new emirs cannot go over and beyond their primary call of duty as the custodians of culture and traditions of the land to exercising constitutional powers.

Historically, it is only the colonial masters who achieved something akin to effective use of traditional authorities in governance with particular reference to the north itself which they governed indirectly through the traditional rulers. It is not the same thing in the south.

*Emir Sanusi Lamido of the former Kano Emirate.

Constitutionally as we speak, the only arm of government that's closest to the people is the local governments. And they have not been allowed by the governors to function independently. How sincere, then, is Ganduje's quick-paced administrative masterstroke?

Why didn't he, on the other hand, strengthen the existing local governments in Kano metropolis for optimal delivery of dividends of good governance to the people?

Or alternatively, he should have followed the footstep of Lagos by creating additional Local Council Development Areas (LCDA). I'm sure; he wouldn't have aroused any suspicion for having an ulterior motive for his action.

Perhaps better still, he should have waited to latch on the window of opportunity recently provisioned in a new policy guideline aimed at ensuring greater autonomy for Local Governments in Nigeria starting June 1, 2019.

To set the record straight, I know like most of the kingdoms in Yoruba land, earliest emirates in the Hausa-Fulani sphere of influence are products of conquests and not of any political patronage. And therein lays the beauty.

No one is saying new Emirates should not be created like it has been done elsewhere, but the timing should be right, the pace controlled, and the purpose properly situated within the political reality of the time.

I also know that Nigeria does not practice constitutional monarchy. So, if truly the governor is looking to bridge the administrative gaps in Kano state as he is claiming, he certainly cannot use the traditional institutions. It is simply like using the 16th-century solution to cure the 21st-century ailment.

Constitutionally speaking, political authorities have the powers to collapse kingdoms and emirates, depose a sitting king or emir for whatever reason. This provision should not be abused because of political differences at the slightest opportunity like it has been over the years.

We all can recall how late military junta, Gen, Sani Abacha deposed the equally late Sultan Ibrahim Dasuki and installing in his stead another equally late Sultan Maccido.

Whereas, he was a part of the supreme military council when the turbaning of Sultan Dasuki took place and he didn't raise a voice as to it impropriety. Maybe he lacked the powers to do so.

He, however, went ahead to remove him much later as the head of state and commander-in-chief in an atmosphere of tensed political intrigues claiming he was not the most deserved to occupy to post.

From the foregoing, Ganduje's split of the Kano Emirate looked more like an effort in bad faith. Though, there are jumbles of theories out there justifying it. The most prominent, like I said earlier being that it will help bring governance closer to the people at the grass-root in terms of education, religious, agriculture, blah blah blah.

But beneath this is the controversy stirred up by an eloquently vocal Lamido especially concerning the subject of under-age marriage among others which is very prevalent in the north.

All this while his brutally frank advocacies must have unsettled the cultural sensitivity of the Kano power brokers and by extension the wider northern oligarchy. After all, culture no matter how crude will always enjoy the support of some members of the society. And the Emirate’s dismemberment, by implication, is just a perfect way of getting at him and silencing him forever.

But I hope he is able to stand tall and stay strong to prove them wrong by continuing to speak out more intelligently and vigorously against the numerous social maladies confronting the north today just as the rest of the troubled nation called Nigeria.

The whole affair smacked of a witch-hunt and clearly underscores the Yoruba proverb that says ‘the truthful member of society is often taken to be its enemy’.

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