#the scariest conspiracy..... ..

[bonnieura]

Been dabbling in jfk conspiracy’s, my most radical is he didn’t like soup that much. Idk seems fake❤️

Hmmmmmm well tbh im sure this conspiracy has been answered one way or another honestly but unfortunately i am not very well versed on his tastes in food 🫡 but i think he like had no strong feelings abt soup. maybe even liked it idk im squeezing my brain really hard for info rn

[moaninmoonen]

MIND BLOWING CONSPIRACY THEORIES

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[22ayla21]

Helloo my favorite writer^_^!!! i was thinking about amphoreus men x reader. Where their kids start to cause mischieves more then usual, so she scolds them only for the amphoreus men to try save their children and take take their side. But that quickly goes downhill when they also get scolding. Do write if you have the time theres no rush. Take care of yourself!!!

Bye byeee

A Friendly Conspiracy Against Mom

The children were misbehaving more than usual, and even dad couldn't save them from mom's wrath.

Something unimaginable was happening in the castle today. Not just the usual children's noise and stomping, but real chaos – clanging, splashing water, bare feet scurrying through the corridors, and quiet giggles that always foreshadow trouble.

When the mother entered the main living room, what she saw could have infuriated even the calmest person.

The living room looked like a battlefield. Pillows, as if after a tornado, lay scattered on the floor. A blanket adorned the chandelier like the flag of the victorious side. The table was covered in a sticky mess – evidently, the children had tried to cook something, and it had turned into a complete disaster.

The culprits – her eight-year-old son and four-year-old daughter – sat amidst the mess, holding the weapons of their crime (wooden spoons smeared with cream) and looked at their mother with innocent eyes, as if nothing had happened.

But she knew. Too well. The mother took a deep breath.

"What. Did. You. Do. Here?"

The children immediately realized the situation was serious. They exchanged frightened glances, but didn't have time to answer because the door swung open, and their savior entered the room.

Mydei.

He surveyed the battlefield, paused for a second, then looked at his wife and immediately realized he was in trouble. But it was too late.

"What happened?" His voice was calm, but there was already a hint of alarm in it. And then the children rushed to him.

"Daddy, save us!" squeaked the daughter, grabbing his cloak.

"We... we didn't mean to! It just happened!" the son chimed in, clinging to his hand. They knew who to count on. Dad was their last chance for salvation.

And Mydei, being himself, couldn't help but stand up for the children. He straightened up, squared his shoulders, and looked at his wife.

"Well... maybe it's not so bad?"

She slowly turned to him. Very slowly.

Mydei, the great warrior of Kremnos, a man who knew no fear before enemies, suddenly felt his self-preservation instinct telling him to run. But it was too late.

"Not so bad?" his wife echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"Well..." he hesitated for a moment. "The children were just playing. They didn't mean to cause a mess. Maybe we shouldn't be so strict..."

He didn't get to finish. His wife exhaled and stood up to her full height.

And then it began.

She delivered such a fiery speech about discipline, responsibility, and boundaries that even Mydei, used to the roar of battles, felt like a guilty boy.

The children hid behind his back, but he realized that no one could save them now. The scariest moment came when she looked him straight in the eye.

"And you?" Her voice was calm, but there was a threat lurking in that calmness. "Are you justifying them, or do you just not want to deal with it?"

"I..." he opened his mouth, but the words got stuck in his throat.

An ambush. He was caught.

He sided with the children, but now he was under fire with them.

It was at that moment that he realized it was a trap, into which he had been skillfully lured.

He glanced at his son. The son realized their plan had failed. The younger daughter had already pressed herself against him, clearly aware that they were in for a long lecture.

And just as his wife was about to continue, he did the only thing that could save them all. He walked over and hugged her. Tightly, so she couldn't continue to protest. It was a desperate but brilliant move.

She froze.

"This won't save you from my wrath, Mydei."

"I know."

But he didn't let go. And in a moment, he felt her shoulders relax slightly. Only then did he dare to smile.

"Well... at least I tried." She rolled her eyes.

"You're hopeless."

"But you still love me." She sighed and lightly but firmly slapped his shoulder.

"Fine. You're all punished."

"Even me?!"

"Especially you."

The children giggled. Mydei realized he had lost. But if you have to lose, do it with dignity.

The house buzzed like a beehive. Children's laughter, the stomping of bare feet, rustling, whispering, invariably followed by the crash of falling objects. Usually, it was minor annoyances – spilled juice, scattered toys, a missing shoe.

But today... Today, the children exceeded all expectations.

The living room had turned into a battlefield. Sofa cushions were scattered everywhere, curtains swayed as if after a storm, and one of the daughters had somehow climbed onto the top of the closet and was now triumphantly surveying the mess. The walls were adorned with a fresh "painting" – a mixture of paints and children's imagination.

Their mother stood in the doorway, stunned by what she saw. Her face didn't show anger so much as icy calm, foreshadowing a storm. The children froze, realizing they had crossed the line. The mother didn't raise her voice, but her tone conveyed such unwavering displeasure that even the bravest hero would have trembled.

They cowered, bracing for a scolding.

But then Anaxa entered the room.

He surveyed the chaos, raised an eyebrow in surprise, then looked at the children, who were now looking at him with hope. He couldn't abandon them. They were his children. His flesh and blood. They needed protection, and he couldn't turn away.

"They're just kids," he said with a guilty smile, stepping forward as if to shield them.

His wife slowly turned her head towards him. He realized he had made a mistake. A huge, fatal mistake.

Her gaze, like a dagger, pierced him. It wasn't just anger – it was something much more dangerous, something that made Anaxa inwardly retreat.

"Anaxagoras," her voice was frighteningly calm.

He swallowed. Now he was in the same boat as the children.

His wife turned to face him completely, crossing her arms. She began to scold him just as she had scolded the children. He felt like a guilty teenager.

Meanwhile, the children exchanged glances and realized that their father had not only failed to save them but had also come under fire himself. Now they looked at him with sympathy.

At one point, the youngest son cautiously approached him and, as if acknowledging him as one of their own, tugged on his sleeve.

"You got it too, didn't you?" he whispered, while their mother continued her tirade. Anaxa nodded wearily.

The children exchanged glances and, as if in solidarity, stood next to him, uniting against their mother's angry authority. If their father was now on their side, they couldn't abandon him.

But his wife just smirked at the scene and, sighing, shook her head.

"Great, now I have four children, not three," she said, walking into another room. Anaxa and the children stood silently, watching her go.

"Well... at least we weren't executed," one of the daughters quietly remarked. Anaxa wearily ruffled her hair.

"Yeah... but we better get out of here before she comes back."

And this time the children didn't argue.

The day started as usual: morning bustle, spilled juice, a fight for the last spoonful of porridge. But there was something strange in the air – a feeling that the children were up to something unusual.

At first, it manifested in harmless pranks – a missing sock, a pillow placed on a chair, causing their father to land with a loud "thump" at breakfast. Then something more serious began: strange marks on the walls, a sly glint in the youngest daughter's eyes as she ran up to her mother, and the eldest son hiding behind the door with some device in his hands.

By midday, the house had turned into complete chaos. A sticky puddle had spread across the kitchen – something sweet and cloying. Strange structures made of pillows and blankets lay in the hallway. And in the nursery, the younger children were loudly discussing how to improve their "trap."

And then came the decisive moment.

When their mom came out of the room, carrying freshly ironed laundry, she stopped abruptly at the threshold. All her fatigue from the day vanished instantly, replaced by a stern expression. Her eyes conveyed one thing: "Who did this?"

Silence fell. The children froze like mice before a cat. No one dared to speak first.

But then footsteps echoed in the hallway, and their father entered the room. He surveyed the scene, crossed his arms, and squinted.

"Well, what do we have here?"

The little troublemakers immediately rushed to him, like drowning people grasping at straws. They looked at him with hope, as if he were their last chance to avoid punishment.

And he, of course, fell for it.

"Well, maybe it's not so bad?" he said, lightly putting his arm around his wife's shoulders. "They're just kids, pranks are part of their childhood..."

He was wrong. Very wrong.

His wife slowly turned to him, her gaze heavier than a ton of bricks. Silence fell in the room. The children quietly stepped back, realizing that salvation had slipped away with their father.

"Oh..." was all he managed to say before the storm broke out with renewed force.

Now their mother's anger fell on him as well. She said it wasn't just pranks, that the house had turned into a mess, that someone (and she looked pointedly at her husband) should have kept an eye on things, not encouraged the mischief.

He tried to justify himself. He tried to smile and turn it all into a joke. But nothing helped. The children, realizing that their father had been defeated, exchanged quiet glances and decided not to interfere. This was his battle now.

When the storm subsided a little, he sighed and wearily ran a hand over his face.

"So, I'm punished too?"

His wife gave him a long look.

"Absolutely."

And the children? They sat in the corner, watching with a touch of satisfaction. They had achieved something they hadn't planned: dad was now in the same boat as them.

[redwinephannie]

the scariest thing about dan and phil conspiracies is that we are always either 100% right on the money or they pull something completely out of left field and hit us with it like a bullet train going 200mph and you never ever can know which one it’ll be.

[on-leatheredwings]

What characters from DC canon do you think would make the most terrifying yanderes?

honestly theres so many ppl to choose from LOL

Scariest brute strength wise:

Superman, of course: You can kick and punch all you want - you won't get anywhere with that. Or imagine him flying miles into the air and threatening (softly) to drop you unless you calm down. He really will do it, even if he saves you five seconds later. What's scariest is knowing that even if you ask for help, no one can save you. He's fucking Superman.

Supergirl: same as Superman, but I think she has a petulant edge that's really awful. You can't reason with her if she's already made up her mind. Even if we're talking about Adult!SG, it's like you're talking to a child, holy fuck

Flash: .............something very terrifying of a man who can whisk you away before you can blink. If you ran away, he'd of course let you get a head start, just for kicks. Then he collects you, whether you're halfway across the world or just down the street. He'd run so fast the air leaves your lungs and by the time you've come to, you're back home... Yikes. I think he'd give you a lot of vertigo and disorientation to keep your mind addled.

Dr. Fate, Constantine, Zatanna: christ. Really, any magic user can go in this slot. I think the depths of their powers are just scary to even think about. Imagine arguing with them and getting kicked into another dimension, left to lose your sanity for what feels like years, but was perhaps just 10 minutes in regular time. Sure, they would bend reality for you, but they also would bend it just to keep you in line.

Scariest ruining-your-mental-health-wise:

Lex Luthor: oh god he's just the worst. He genuinely believes he owns you, unlike most of the other DC yans that at least try to pretend you have human rights. Him being a yandere probably consists of him offering you a place in his home. If refused, you won't be able to enjoy anything ever again. You'll be followed. You won't get new work anywhere. If you're famous, the tabloids are all against you and ruining your reputation because everyone is in Lex's pockets. He'd be a more spiteful Bruce Wayne, essentially.

Batman: I can't even elaborate like you already know. LMAO

The Question: i'm sorry the amount of paranoia this man would give me specifically. I grew up around paranoid people and they do irreversible psychic damage LOL. He'll be gaslighting you AND himself into believing into conspiracies at the same time.

Scarecrow: Fear gas. Just... fear gas. :)

if anyone wants to add in replies pls do kghdksk this is more like my nightmare yandere rotation

[squid-socks]

Ok I’m gonna assume that whoever decided to pre-order the switch two meaning it sold out in like an hour did not know how bad that is.

If you buy it then you don’t own the console or the games. You can’t share copies and everything is online. You don’t own a physical copy of that super expensive game. Just a key to it which they can take away whenever. Also they can just completely shut down your actual game console if you mod it.

And the console isn’t actually better. Everything’s just a lot more expensive🌝

Further thoughts for those interested;

Basically; you’ve just paid to not have ownership over what you’ve bought. And the more we allow like this the more escalation will occur. Imagine owning an expensive game console and paying a subscription to play every game on it monthly. Which would total far more than the initial base game is worth. Quality drops and price increases. This isn’t conspiracy this is reality for so many different media types right now. We’re not getting paid enough for an abusive structure like this. Especially with remote editing allowances - sure, on the one hand it can help with quality but on the other if a book is banned or edited then it will be on your device too. Independent of if you paid for it. The same will happen to games. And so on.

The scariest part of it all sits largely in price gouging luxury items. But if all hobbies are now “luxuries” imagine the quality of life.

And if you don’t OWN something then there is very little way to fight that gouging.

[habaluu]

Campaign Skyjacks just revealed one of the scariest cult/conspiracy combos I think I have ever heard. "Human souls stripped down to a wick, a divine mutilation of personhood to further a pursuit of power paralleled between a mortal con-man and the last voice of a haunted heaven" was not on any of my bingo cards.

[spookytuesdaypod]

spooky tuesday is a (now not so new!) podcast where we’re breaking down all of our favorite slashers, thrillers, monster movies and black comedies on the new scariest day of the week.

when one theme month ends, another begins — or at least that's the way it goes at spooky tuesday these days. next up? NIC MAY-GE, a.k.a. four weeks of scary movies all dedicated to the works of nicolas cage. we're kicking things off with the wicker man (2006), an american reimagining of the 1973 folk horror, but what makes this flick most famous is a line that didn't actually make the theatrical cut. on our newest episode, we're playing compare and contrast between all the various versions as we dig into the conspiracy theory of it all, shout out some iconic quotes, and try to tell apart an island of beautiful blondes.

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[lesbiphannie]

front row at tit looking dan and phil in the eyes as they read out phan conspiracy theories and can SEE my reactions to all of them is like definitely gonna be the scariest experience of my life

[imeverywoman420]

when youve been by yourself always since childhood humans really are like fucking apes dude…. One of the scariest things is how ppl will hate you but banter with u and kiki with you like nothings wrong. Absolutely no hint. then you find out theyve been conspiracy theorizing about you and creating beef in their head with you? Then they dont even give you the satisfaction of an answer.

or the way that even when you’re 100% in the right. 12948393% even. People will side with the person who hurt you. Bc ur smart and eloquent and passionate in speech. And the other one is like. “Idkkk :(“. The dismissive playing dumb bullshit.

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

For me, the anti-Christian argument is definitely the most wild one (seriously, the reach!), but I feel like the AI conspiracy is probably the worst one in terms of actual damage. It's one thing to not pay attention to a movie or just not like it, but this isn't just demotivating, it's insulting! The fact that people are actually taking it seriously, as though Disney has never made a less-than-stellar movie before this, is the scariest thing about it. Seriously, I feel really bad for the writers and artists who worked on it, especially since this conspiracy came after the strikes.

^^^^^

[tomorrowusa]

The latest far right fad is raw milk. Perhaps they regard Louis Pasteur as a woke socialist. Seriously, government health advisories about raw milk only make it more attractive to the conspiracy theory fringe.

Commentators on sites like Infowars, Gab and Rumble have grown increasingly vocal about raw milk in recent weeks. They see the government’s heightened concerns about the dangers as overreach. “They say: ‘Bird flu in milk! Bird flu in milk! Oh, it’s the scariest thing!’” Owen Shroyer said on the April 29 episode of his “War Room” podcast from Infowars. He added: “They’ll just make raw milk illegal. That’s what this is all about.” Public health officials have long warned Americans of the severe health risks that can come with drinking raw milk instead of pasteurized milk, which is heated to kill bacteria, viruses and other germs. Researchers at the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention found more than 200 disease outbreaks linked to unpasteurized milk from 1998 to 2018, leading to 2,645 illnesses, 228 hospitalizations and three deaths.

The far right, including anti-vaxxers, seems to have an affinity for pathogens. Either that or they feel that pathogens don't really exist and perhaps were made up by Hillary Clinton and George Soros. Whatever they think, don't expect them to make sense.

Contrary to claims, there’s little or no evidence that drinking raw milk provides health benefits, including protection from certain infectious diseases, said Dr. Megin Nichols, the deputy director of the Division of Foodborne, Waterborne and Environmental Diseases at the C.D.C. The Food and Drug Administration says pasteurizing milk kills the virus. The F.D.A. said in a statement that there are no scientifically proven benefits to drinking raw milk and that “the health risks are clear.”

Epidemics get rightwingers agitated. The latest bird flu outbreak has them acting like mad cows.

Matt Gertz, a senior fellow at Media Matters, a left-leaning watchdog that looked at the trend this month, said raw milk promotion had been intensifying on the right since the start of the bird flu outbreak. “What you have is a bunch of right-wing influencers who know that they can build substantial audiences and retain their audiences and excite their audiences by telling them that what medical authorities are saying about raw milk, about bird flu, is not credible,” Mr. Gertz said.

Basically the wingnuts are telling people: Don't trust science, trust Infowars instead! Paranoia is good for clicks.

As for bird flu, there is clear evidence of it being easily transmissible between mammals.

After mice drink raw H5N1 milk, bird flu virus riddles their organs

Despite the delusions of the raw milk crowd, drinking unpasteurized milk brimming with infectious avian H5N1 influenza virus is a very bad idea, according to freshly squeezed data published Friday in the New England Journal of Medicine. Researchers at the University of Wisconsin-Madison squirted raw H5N1-containing milk from infected cows into the throats of anesthetized laboratory mice, finding that the virus caused systemic infections after the mice were observed swallowing the dose. The illnesses began quickly, with symptoms of lethargy and ruffled fur starting on day 1. [ ... ] Before the mouse data, numerous reports have noted carnivores falling ill with H5N1 after eating infected wild birds. And a study from March in the journal Emerging Infectious Diseases reported that over half of the 24 or so cats on an H5N1-infected dairy farm in Texas died after drinking raw milk from the sick cows. Before their deaths, the cats displayed distressing neurological symptoms, and studies found the virus had invaded their lungs, brains, hearts, and eyes.

So we have bovines, rodents, and felines all being infected by H5N1. Several primates (i.e. humans) have also been infected. But generally, humans whose health practices are influenced by the germ theory of infection stand a darn good chance of avoiding it.

Fortunately, for the bulk of Americans who heed germ theory, pasteurization appears completely effective at deactivating the virus in milk, according to thorough testing by the FDA. Pasteurized milk is considered safe during the outbreak.

As with 17th century patriarchy and religious practices, the fringe right seems eager to return to the medical dark ages before germ theory and vaccination. In the century between 1870 and 1970 life expectancy almost doubled because of related discoveries. The far right seems to have some sort of death wish.

Vote for pro-science candidates. Support groups like 314 Action which are dedicated to electing candidates with a science background.

About Us - 3.14 Action

[radiation]

I definitely liked Mouthwashing. I want to form like, an overall thesis about my feelings towards it, but I honestly cannot find the words yet. I think I want to say something about how a lot of the hype about it is calling it the "SCARIEST HORROR GAME EVER" and I really don't want to call it horror at all, except there were those explicitly horror red-light-green-light type mini games thrown in so basically thats a busted theory. Actually I wanna say the biggest twist was that a game about drinking mouthwash with all that eye imagery doesn't have a character go blind. Like that's a given! My new conspiracy is that knocking out Swansea originally had him go blind but that was cut for tech reasons.

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[lovergirlrobyn]

chat I've been watching conspiracy theories all day-and let me just say that the idea of a tree just uprooting and start walking is most possibly the scariest shit I've heard this month alone. Like-think about it. Why tf is it walking??? No sit down pls

[idlnmclean]

We've been discussing whether or not the documents revealed of Project 2025 constitute call to arms (non-protected speech actions) for the establishment of a conspiracy to commit genocide or engage in violence against protected classes of people. https://msmagazine.com/2024/07/16/the-22-scariest-lines-we-found-in-project-2025s-900-page-mandate-for-leadership/

Someone was asking me what can be done if it is the case that there is a conspiracy in the legal sense and it is in fact illegal or criminal under US law to plan or organize genocide. (https://www.law.cornell.edu/uscode/text/18/1091) "d.

Any person who attempts or conspires to commit an offense under this section shall be punished in the same manner as a person who completes the offense.

" I was saying that it would mean that people need to write their federal, state, county, and city representatives as well as the principal law enforcers such as the President, Governors, and General Attorneys in the relevant jurisdictions. I noted that what you'd specifically want to be writing to these people is a legal complaint (https://www.law.cornell.edu/wex/complaint or https://www.law.cornell.edu/wex/criminal_complaint) calling for investigation and prosecution. I further noted that writing the the Democratic National Party as well as the state, county, and city chapters would probably be prudent for getting a rally and call to action for creating a class action. If the planning and organization of Project 2025 can be classified as a conspiracy to commit violence against protected classes of people then all the contributors and signatories of Project 2025 are potentially conspirators.

[beatricebat]

what’s floch’s biggest beige flag

Ability to confidently and brazenly bullshit about anything with zero notice.

You might think that’s a red flag, but he’ll deploy it for stuff like getting scam artists off the phone, or shutting up your annoying co-worker who thinks they know everything, or haggling down car salespeople.

A conspiracy theorist is trying to convince you that the Earth is flat? Floch’s laughing in his face and telling him it’s hollow. A pub bore is hogging the conversation to tell everyone why they should vote Reform? Floch is going to demolish their arguments by claiming that Nigel Farage is well known in Westminster as a closet cross dresser, and is beholden to Emmanuel Macron who has the proof. (None of that transphobic nonsense is true, and Floch voted Reform.)

It’s a truly impressive party trick, and the scariest part is Floch always remembers who he’s told what lies to, too.

Thanks for the ask!