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blackcat-star · 5 months ago

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[Married] Wiege.

Husband!Jinwoo x Fem!Reader.

« Someone who loves you | That's all he needs »

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"흠, 음, 아가 (Hush, my little child)

어서 잠들거라 (And drift into your dream)

눈을 감으면 낙원에서 (A place where you can leisurely play)

뛰놀거라" (Our paradise)

Night has fallen over Seoul. It is time to start your bedtime routine which will help you unwind and sleep deeply tonight.

The moon radiates its bright light from the night sky tonight as it floats above like a large shining pearl. A soft spring wind moves across the landscape and enters the small room of a house near the city limits.

The pale curtains move slightly with the passing of a soft wind. Soft moonlight enters through the window to brighten the space where stuffed animals mingle with children's books in a pleasant and magical setting.

The room remains dark because the main lights are off while the night lamp shines softly and moonlight enters through the window.

Tonight is another quiet and peaceful spring night.

People who want peace should choose to live in the areas beyond the city limits. The outer city area remains quiet throughout the night with no vehicle noise or crowds like downtown but instead offers peaceful sounds of a baby sleeping next to its mother.

Sung Jinwoo remained still at the entryway while gazing into the room. He had just returned, he always came home late, his wife often nagged him about it. What could he do, the night was his territory, the most suitable time for all investigations and crimes. His job was to investigate and detain criminals, it sounded heavy and tiring.

But he did all this just to return to the warmth of his family's love.

His liitle, beloved family.

You were sitting by the crib, holding your little child in your arms. Your lips moved slightly, singing a lullaby in a deep, sweet voice like honey, so gentle that it made his heart skip a beat. You reached out to pat his back, your eyes strangely gentle.

He should have showered, changed, and crawled into bed like every other day. But that lullaby stopped him. Fixed him there, as if if he stepped into... this peaceful moment, it would shatter like glass.

Suho slept soundly in his mother's arms. Enveloped in the warm breath of mother's arms, mother's heart and the warmth of home.

Jinwoo's heart suddenly felt like it was melting.

He never thought that one day he would be able to start a small family of his own. The E-rank hunter back then never thought that his life would be like this, he didn't even dare to dream. Back then, he only cared about how to live, how to make money, he didn't think about falling in love, getting married, and having children.

Looking back at himself now, Jinwoo felt that he had accomplished so much. This was the greatest achievement he had ever had.

His wife and son.

You used to be a very strong and free-spirited person. You were always full of life and enthusiasm. Now that image has been replaced by a gentle image of you, the image of a mother and a wife.

You were once the brightest light on the battlefield.

He met you during the most chaotic days of his life.

A young girl with eyes that never looked down, walking through the ruins of a destroyed gate as if victory was inevitable. I once told him.

"This world is cruel, Jinwoo. But if we don't fight it, who will protect the weaker ones?"

You once stood alone in front of a high-level ogre, blood flowing from your forehead to your chin but my lips still curled into a smile. You once carried the wounded Jinwoo out of the battlefield, cursing profusely while your hands trembled with worry. You once rushed forward first, drawing your weapon from your backpack and shouting.

"Back off! Let me clear the way!"

Jinwoo never forgot that small but burning figure. Like a flame that resisted the storm.

You were never afraid. You were the first person to teach him how to hold a knife properly, the first person to swing a shield for Jinah when she was ambushed near the school gate. You were the one who climbed over the corpses of monsters alone to save a living child. And who once said, "We do not fight for fame, but for those who cannot fight."

There was a fire in you - strong, fierce, unyielding.

Yet, you were the one who put down your weapon first.

During your daily morning routine you started talking as you both drank coffee on the balcony. During your morning coffee you asked "What if I stop wanting to fight tomorrow? All I want is to become a wife and mother while devoting my time to my family."

Jinwoo paused to think before responding with a smile. "You made me realize this is the most lovely statement I have ever heard."

You smiled. Those eyes were no longer as fierce as on the battlefield. But gentle. Soft. But still you.

Jinwoo entered the room, very quietly, as if afraid to break the warm image. He sat down next to you, looking at the little boy who was dozing off. Suho's jet-black hair was like his, but those plump lips and rosy cheeks - they were clearly yours.

You didn't say anything, just leaned against your husband, your hand still patting Suho's back, the lullaby still on your lips.

"부드러운 (The gentle wind)

바람이 춤추고 (Writing its symphony)

간절하게 (The morning comes)

숨결을 스며들 때 (Unshaken and so certain)"

Suho is still sleeping soundly in his mother's arms.

Little Suho doesn't need to worry about anything, because his mother is always here to take care of him, his father is still here as a strong shield, protecting him from nightmares. And the shadow soldiers, always silently following behind, making sure everything is okay.

Suho was born with all the joy and love, so don't worry about anything, just sleep well, sleep soundly.

Jinwoo gently touched his son's cheek with one finger. The baby moved slightly, his tiny hand waving as if welcoming his father's presence, then lay still in your arms.

Then he looked at you. The soft light fell on your face, highlighting your eyes and lips.

In Jinwoo's eyes, you were always beautiful.

Jinwoo suddenly wanted to cry.

He would give anything for moments like this.

He would give up everything, even his blood and life, just to be able to keep this moment forever.

Jinwoo reached out, gently grasping the hand that was placed on Suho's back. That hand was still as strong as before, pulling him back from the brink of life and death. Now, that hand was caressing a small creature, with all the gentleness in the world.

The moonlight fell on your hair, creating a soft glow around your face. You were no longer the warrior you once were – no more blood, no more wounds, no more strong eyes that always looked forward. Now, you were Suho's mother. Jinwoo's wife. Home.

He just sat next to you, quietly listening to Suho's steady breathing, your lullaby, the spring breeze gently blowing through the window, and... the sound of his own heart beating.

He had thought he was dead, since the day his father went missing, then his mother fell into a coma, since his heart was covered in darkness, since he stepped into those dark and bloody dungeons. He had thought his heart would only live for fighting, for revenge, for protection.

But after he had solved everything, his heart beat for something else – for love.

Jinwoo lifted his gaze to study the window frame. The moon shines like a perfect round pearl in the night sky. The spring breeze continues to softly move through the grass blades as if a gentle spirit touches everything.

"자연스레 (Without a word)

품을 거야 (You will embrace)

노래하던 바다" (The endless sea that sings)

TAfter the song ended you placed Suho back into his crib.

Jinwoo held you close as he asked "Do you need rest?"

You leaned against his chest for support and pressed your face into his muscles while saying "Yeah...Suho tested my patience tonight and took forever to fall asleep."

He laughed quietly before placing a kiss on your hair and said "Thanks, love."

You studied him as you asked, "Why do you thank me?"

Jinwoo held your hand softly while keeping his gaze fixed on the peaceful face. "For choosing me. For staying here. For giving me a lovely family."

The moonlight remained suspended like a precious stone above the night sky. The soft spring air brought the fragrance of flowers and the night's fresh air into the room. Inside the small room three hearts made a soft family beat as they all throbbed in harmony.

"You are my home."

"And you are the last person I trust to turn my back on without defense."

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the song lyric: Wiege - Alien Stage

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Part of LIFE WITH YOU.

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#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo #sung jinwoo #solo leveling x reader #sung jinwoo x you #solo leveling #sung jinwoo x y/n #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jin woo #jinwoo sung #only i level up

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vague-humanoid · 1 day ago

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10 charged in Independence Day ambush on ICE detainment facility

Ten people have been charged in connection with a coordinated attack on a U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) facility in Texas that left a police officer with a gunshot wound to the neck, Justice Department officials announced July 8.

The group launched the attack on the Prairieland Detention Center outside of the Dallas-Fort Worth area on July 4, according to federal court filings. They dressed in "black military-style clothing" and started by launching fireworks at the facility, the U.S. Attorney’s Office said.

Attackers came wearing body armor, two-way radios and AR-style rifles, prosecutors said. They fired dozens of rounds at the facility and left after covering buildings and cars with graffiti slogans including "traitor" and "ICE Pig."

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how-about-some-more-whump · 3 months ago

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The Dance of the Storm 风暴舞 (2021) - Whump List

Synopsis: After the death of his father, Li Junjie (on the left) was sent to an orphanage where he met Shi Yunhao (on the right). They became the best of friends, and years later entered a security agency as new recruits. Everything was fine, until Li Junjie suddenly disappeared for three years without a word. Now coming back and looking for revenge, Li Junjie is faced with mixed feelings coming from his agency, his brother and especially his ex-fiancée.

Notes: The WHUMP. The BROMANCE (in pink). The ACTION SCENES. It’s everything I need to keep my mind peacefully quiet. Apart from these scenes, you can watch this drama in x2 speed (or skip it entirely), it’s way too long otherwise. I refer to Junjie and Yunhao as "brothers" because it’s how they refer to each other. Love ya!

NB: Timestamps might be off (< 1mn) depending on where you watch the show. I do not disclose any character death on purpose. The characters are listed by chronological order of whump in each episode.

WARNING: This drama contains se*ual assault depiction.

------ EPISODE 1 ------

Li Junjie

2:17 (In a nightmare) Stabbed in the gut, holding his wound, struggling to stay awake, woozy

16:28 At gunpoint, fighting, running away, slapped

18:57 Hugged (awwww)

21:20 (In a flashback) Shot in the leg, at gunpoint

22:16 (In a flashback) Threatened

Shi Yunhao

40:41 Ambushed, under heavy gunfire

------ EPISODE 2 ------

Shi Yunhao

1:37 (Continued from previous ep) Ambushed, under heavy gunfire

Li Junjie

4:38 Fighting with a criminal, communication with his teammates cut off

6:15 Shot in the back by his teammate (probably in a vest because he seems fine)

9:17 In a car crash, fighting, shot at, holding onto a moving car

11:24 Surrounded, at gunpoint

14:44 (In a flashback) Shot in the leg, collapses

19:18 (In a flashback) Threatened

------ EPISODE 3 ------

Li Junjie

2:51 Fighting with a criminal, thrown around, punched, panting

12:43 Threatened with a bomb

Shi Yunhao

12:43 Threatened with a bomb

------ EPISODE 4 ------

Shi Yunhao

8:38 (The way they smile at each other-)

39:29 Ambushed, attacked with a knife, disarmed, fighting, thrown to the ground, dragged

41:25 Ran over by a car, panting

Li Junjie

20:42 In a barfight (22:27 wtf is happening lmao)

------ EPISODE 5 ------

Shi Yunhao

2:27 Publicly humiliated, pushed

5:17 Blaiming himself

6:11 Comforted by his brother (cuties)

14:00 Yelled at by his father, apologizes, teary eyes

------ EPISODE 6 ------

Li Junjie

6:35 Surrounded, at gunpoint, surrenders

7:19 Interrogated (stays detained for the rest of the episode)

------ EPISODE 7 ------

Li Junjie

11:23 (Continued from previous ep) Still detained

14:20 Handcuffed, interrogated

22:25 Shot in the abdomen, hiding, sweating, escapes from cell

34:28 Bleeding, collapses, pale face, panting

39:15 Barely conscious, wound digged through, wincing and moaning in pain, bullet digged out

------ EPISODE 8 ------

Li Junjie

11:52 Pale face, taken away

19:09 Black sack on his head, struggling to walk, holding his wound

39:25 (In a flashback) Training, attacked from behind, thrown to the ground, in an armlock

40:40 At gunpoint, shot at

------ EPISODE 9 ------

Li Junjie

6:02 (Continued from previous ep) At gunpoint, shot at

9:05 Shot in the chest, falls from a cliff

10:10 Drowning, passes out

29:39 Unconscious, bullet digged out

32:57 Still unconscious, infected wound, fever

37:59 Still unconscious, struggling to wake up

Shi Yunhao

9:02 Pushed, at gunpoint

9:50 Slapped

16:29 Tearing up

------ EPISODE 10 ------

Li Junjie

5:30 (In a flashback) In a group fight alongside his brother, thrown to the ground, kicked in the face, bloody nose, thrown again, groaning in pain, pulled by the hair, punched, dazed

16:26 Bitten (well deserved, how the hell doesn’t he realize how terrifying he is for her), screaming in pain, attacked with a knife, jumps through a window, wincing in pain, running away

Shi Yunhao

5:30 (In a flashback) In a group fight alongside his brother, picked up, manhandled, bruised face

------ EPISODE 11 ------

Li Junjie

2:25 Attacked with a knife, fighting, strangled, arm cut, running away

------ EPISODE 12 ------

Li Junjie

25:20 Trades himself against a hostage

30:26 Hands zip tied behind his back, black sack on his head, manhandled, smacked in the face

32:18 Tied upside down on a boat with ropes, can’t see and can’t hear, spasms

36:28 Hands zip tied behind his back, black sack on his head, helped to walk, weak

------ EPISODE 13 ------

Li Junjie

4:37 (Continued from previous ep) Still tied up, weak

24:29 Tied up on a chair, black sack on his head, injected with a sedative, passes out

26:22 (In a video) Still tied up, sedated, black sack on his head, shot in the head

Shi Yunhao

8:30 At gunpoint

------ EPISODE 14 ------

Shi Yunhao

40:22 (In a flashback) Surrounded by a group of people on motorcycles, trying to run away

Li Junjie

40:35 (In a flashback) Sprained ankle, limping, attacked, slapped, hit between his legs, moaning and wincing in pain

------ EPISODE 15 ------

Li Junjie

10:31 Hands zip tied to a chair

16:32 Tortured (head plunged into water), hands chained behind his back, thrown to the ground, beaten

36:22 Hung from the ceiling by the wrists, unconscious, slapped, beaten, dragged, groaning in pain, drooling blood

Shi Yunhao

22:00 Drinking alone, defeated

------ EPISODE 16 ------

Li Junjie

7:08 Unconscious in a cell, face bruised and bloody, dragged, tied on a chair, manhandled, interrogated, thirsty

9:22 (In a flashback) Hung from the ceiling by the wrists, thirsty

10:34 Injected with some sort of drug, screaming in pain

20:22 Lying on the ground in a cell with his hands tied, barely conscious, struggling to move

27:29 Fighting his way out of it

30:42 At gunpoint, recaptured

37:07 Hands tied behind his back, thrown in a cell

------ EPISODE 17 ------

Li Junjie

3:45 (Continued from previous ep) Lying on the ground in a cell, bloody (it’s pretty much all he does for this entire ep)

------ EPISODE 18 ------

Li Junjie

6:47 Hung from the ceiling by the wrists, unconscious

10:02 Watching someone he loves get tortured (waterboarded)

------ EPISODE 19 ------

None.

------ EPISODE 20 ------

Li Junjie

40:21 Gun to his head

------ EPISODE 21 ------

Li Junjie

7:41 At gunpoint, gun to his head

16:35 Gun to his head

18:20 In a gunfight alongside his brother

19:35 (This bromance omg)

32:31 Gun to his head

Shi Yunhao

17:41 Gun to his head

18:20 In a gunfight alongside his brother

------ EPISODE 22 ------

Li Junjie

2:39 Tied up on a chair

6:30 Kicked in the chest, moaning in pain, stepped on, groaning in pain, bleeding from the mouth

22:41 Beaten up, dazed, spitting blood

------ EPISODE 23 ------

Li Junjie

5:40 Shot at, running away

6:35 Head grazed by a bullet, woozy, shot at more, hiding

------ EPISODE 24 ------

Li Junjie

24:52 Jumps through a window while chasing a criminal, wincing in pain, shot at, running away

--- EPISODES 25 to 29 ---

None.

------ EPISODE 30 ------

Li Junjie

9:21 Arrested

------ EPISODE 31 ------

Li Junjie

1:44 (Continued from previous ep) Detained (stays this way the whole episode)

Shi Yunhao

8:00 Pissed (and hot as hell)

------ EPISODE 32 ------

Li Junjie

18:56 Sent to jail

Shi Yunhao

23:32 Betrayed, gun to the back of his head, forced to shoot someone

------ EPISODE 33 ------

Li Junjie

12:03 Hit on the back, manhandled by prison guards

40:21 Wrongfully accused, hit, taken away to solitary confinement

------ EPISODE 34 ------

Li Junjie

1:40 Handcuffed

3:37 Hit on the back, manhandled by prison guards

12:11 Fighting with other inmates, stabbed in the shoulder, shot, panting

29:19 On a hospital bed

40:51 Unconscious on a hospital bed

Shi Yunhao

3:34 Kicked in the chest, falls to the ground, kicked

22:28 Attacked with a knife, stabbed in the arm, groaning in pain

24:17 Cleaning his wound, shirtless

------ EPISODE 35 ------

Li Junjie

1:39 (Continued from previous ep) On a hospital bed, weak, comforted by loved ones, struggling to breath, coughing, passes out (can’t believe i got pranked by this mf)

3:40 Mask brutally taken off, exclamation of pain, scolded

17:15 Learns his father might be alive, upset

21:05 Tries to run while wounded, in pain, collapses

22:02 Helped to walk

------ EPISODE 36 ------

Li Junjie

5:17 Worried for his brother, comforted

20:26 In a fight, hit on his wound, in pain

21:38 In a heated argument with his brother

Shi Yunhao

11:04 (In a video) Holding his wounded arm, in pain

14:36 Under pressure, sighing

21:38 In a heated argument with his brother

29:49 Drinking

32:21 Still drinking, drunk, angry, crying

------ EPISODE 37 ------

None.

------ EPISODE 38 ------

Shi Yunhao

33:16 Tailed, in a car crash, severely injured, unconscious

38:50 Unconscious on a hospital bed, intubated

------ EPISODE 39 ------

Shi Yunhao

5:14 Unconscious on a hospital bed

34:54 Unconscious, abducted while being transferred to another hospital

Li Junjie

5:21 Bed vigil for his brother

20:12 Checking on his brother (who’s cutting onions?)

------ EPISODE 40 ------

Shi Yunhao

17:21 Unconscious, bomb strapped to his chest

18:07 Blown by an explosion

19:24 On a hospital bed, weak, hoarse voice, coughing

Li Junjie

18:07 Blown by an explosion

------ EPISODE 41 ------

Li Junjie

8:30 Jumps out of a moving car, dragged under a bus, shot at

16:35 Falls from a bridge into water while driving a bus

19:53 On a hospital bed

Shi Yunhao

17:40 Holding back tears

------ EPISODE 42 ------

Shi Yunhao

30:36 Disarmed, shot at, hiding, running through two brick walls (he’s lucky he’s not in Europe)

32:40 Trapped in a dark room, can’t see a thing, attacked with a knife, cuts all over his body, unsteady

34:10 Lying on the floor, bleeding, struggling to stand and walk, panting, kicked, grabs a blade with his bare hand

36:42 Panting, struggling to walk, attacked with mountain ice axes (yup), fighting

------ EPISODE 43 ------

Shi Yunhao

43:05 (This whole monologue is so funny, he’s the best bro ever lmao)

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Head to the WHUMP MASTERLIST for more whump! For more of Willian Chan (Li Junjie), click here.

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bishopmyrielfundraiser · 2 months ago

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Emergency Fundraiser Amid the ICE Crackdown in the US

As Trump sends military troops to Los Angeles to crack down on protesters, and ICE is dispatched to other cities to ambush immigrants at their court dates, the Bishop Myriel Fundraiser will be once again using the format used in 2020 to raise funds to support those affected by these arrests.

Rules:

Make a post with your item offer and tag @bishopmyrielfundraiser in your post and I will reblog it here on the auction blog. Your offer can be art, writing, crafts, physical items, etc. Use your imagination and just don't get me in trouble by offering anything illegal. Contribute a post with the number of prizes you are offering and the minimum donation to receive it. First come, first served. Use the tag "#bishop myriel emergency fundraiser 2025" to help people find your original post.

Claim the prize you want by reblogging the reward post with a screenshot of your donation in the required amount, including the DATE of donation. (Do NOT reuse screenshots or try to claim for a donation made before you saw the offer--show the date in your screenshot). Crop out your personal information. If you can't donate immediately, you can also reblog with the amount and the group you are donating to to claim an item, so long as you follow up by emailing [email protected] with the receipt proving your donation within three days of your reblog, or reblog your own reblog with the screenshot in the same timeframe.

Unlike our normal auctions, DO NOT bid in replies and wait for confirmation before donating. This is a first come, first served emergency fundraiser; there is no bidding, so those offering items should feel free to have a higher minimum donation than usual. To avoid trying to claim an offer that has already been claimed by someone else, check reblogs on the post first. If you are making the offer, keep an eye on reblogs and reblog your own post with "The offer has now been claimed" when there are no more items left in your offer. You can reach out directly to those who reblog with screenshots, although if it's a placeholder claim, DM me first to see if the receipt came through on email. I will not be retaining those emails long-term to protect your privacy, just using them to verify and record the amount donated, date, and your tumblr handle.

Places you can donate are:

--General immigrant rights groups working locally or nationally. --Any groups providing legal services to detained immigrants or protesters. --Know your rights trainings, deportation defense, and immigration defense groups. --Bail funds and jail support, because protesters are being arrested. --Groups filing lawsuits against the actions of the current administration related to the violation of people's rights by ICE, police, military, and the government in relation to immigration, protests, and the sending of troops to enforce the government's will. Some example groups: In Los Angeles: CHIRLA, the Coalition for Humane Immigrant Rights

Immigrant Defenders

The ACLU of Southern California, which also lists the above groups and others on their Rapid Response Network page.

In New York: Make the Road, Unlocal, and New York Legal Aid Society provide lawyers "to those detained, or at imminent risk of detention and deportation, who may not have the right to see an immigration judge or are otherwise facing a fast-track to removal." Make the Road is also suing with the ACLU to stop fast-track deportations.

Envision Freedom Fund for bonds for both those in the regular court/jail system and in ICE custody.

South Brooklyn Mutual Aid is a mutual aid network that does Know Your Rights and otherwise provides support for immigrants.

Although our annual auctions allow for donations to groups working on similar causes in any country, given the current immediate situation in the US, on this occasion I'm going to ask for donations to be to groups that work here--although if they also work in other countries, that's fine. If you're donating from outside the US, it's probably a good idea to stick to larger organizations with official websites to donate through, as I don't know if international funding could be used to demonize smaller groups. If you are in the US, you can use local knowledge of your own state or city to direct your donations to the most effective use, which may be smaller groups that aren't official. Do name the group, though! This ensures that all donations are real and that other people learn of groups you think are doing good work. So, for example, my list above ranged from organizations with tax deductible donation pages to mutual aid networks on Venmo.

As Los Angeles is currently most at risk, donations to groups there are particularly welcome.

If any issues come up in offering or claiming an item, please DM me at @bishopmyrielfundraiser or email [email protected]

#bishop myriel emergency fundraiser 2025 #auction rules #not an auction #bishopmyrielfrundraiser #bishop myriel fundraiser #les miserables #les mis #les miz

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apocalypse-shuffle · 5 months ago

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THE HULK & BRUCE BANNER (avengers: earth’s mightiest heroes)

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“Just My Luck” (Hulk x Fem!Reader) and (Bruce Banner x Fem!Reader)

| Thaddeus “Thunderbolt” Ross tries to pull one over on the Avengers when they go to get Bruce Banner released from government detainment; acting as their consultant, however, you’re more than primed to go head to head with the General for your partners’ freedom.

| SFW, arguing, my shit understanding of military procedure of any kind, drugged characters, some angst, some fluff -professional!irritation!reader

| This exists purely because I want to scream at Ross every time he shows up on the screen or in comic panels. (Pic sources: “Hulk vs The World” - S1EP3 & “Gamma World, Part 2” - S1EP13)

| 4k+ words

“Actually, Stark…”

Uh oh.

You knew Ross not being the one to intercept you all once you got to the Raft wasn’t a good sign.

Talbot, your escort for the afternoon, turns around so he can look Tony in the eyes where his helmet’s faceplate is popped up.

“…we’re pushing for him not to be released, if you’d like to sit in on the meeting,” Talbot finishes, the Major’s mustache twitching as his eyes pass distastefully first over the teams’ leader and then the rest of the Avengers in turn.

Dark blue eyes then stick to your form where you’re standing behind Steve.

Teeth clicking together, you don’t let yourself shift like you want to. His gaze is a physical enough thing you want to shrug it off— want to flip him off too for good measure, but that’s beside the point.

Talbot’s lips quirk as he glances over you, something sharp in his gaze that reminds you conveniently of a rat in that moment.

Except the rat would be far cuter.

The man doesn’t say anything more though, only waiting for Tony’s affirmative before starting down the poorly lit hallway again.

When Talbot turns down a corridor that is clearly not leading to a secure containment cell you can’t even pretend to be surprised. In all but name this was an ambush after all.

And now you were officially irritated.

The room you all are led into is large for a conference room, but there’s absolutely no mistaking it as such either. It’s also packed with plenty of official looking people with all sorts of indicators of military rankings you don’t know or care to know.

Clint curses as he comes up behind you and notices the sheer amount of people in the room and seems to recognize the direct importance of at least a couple of them.

For your part you hardly spare them more than a seconds glance upon entering, eyes sweeping across the crowd in search of one thing and one thing only.

Or one person as it were.

The sight of him once your gaze lands on the dark corner they’ve got him tucked into makes your breath hitch.

The sight of him in prison orange ill-fitting enough to be baggy over his pale frame makes your blood boil and you barely stop yourself from sucking your teeth as you lay eyes on him for the first time in nearly two months.

Bruce’s brown eyes are far away and sunken, dark bags diminishing his usually wry gaze and hands twitching intermittently where they’re strapped down at his sides.

The back of your teeth grind together without your say-so, molars twinging.

Yeah, you didn’t care if you had to fight this entire room, nothing short of death was going to keep you from getting him out of this place.

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By the time the meeting’s officially begun your gums have begun to twinge with every press of your molars and Ross has been talking so much shit for the last twenty or so minutes you’re surprised he isn’t throwing it up too.

Just then he starts up about Hulk being an out of control beast without a conscience and it’s so absurd a claim you can’t stop yourself from commenting out loud, even if it is just to yourself.

“Huh,” you scoff, rolling your eyes while staring at your hands in your lap, “that’s a lie,” you grunt quietly.

Not quietly enough it would seem.

From across the room Ross instantly jerks his head up to look at you, the frown already etched onto his face turning severe as if he’d not noticed you until then.

If only you had the same privilege of ignorance when it came to him.

Jaw working as your mind reels, you look the man head on with an arch of one of your brows.

Catching his attention might not have been a part of the plan you’d been attempting to form in your head but you weren’t in the business of giving Ross any inches.

You’d just have to think on your feet.

“Stark,” Ross starts, voice tight, “control your—”

“—Yeah, no,” you assert, talking over him with a level tone and completely skipping over Tony in the process. He knew better than to answer for you anyway. “I’m not Stark’s anything, General. He doesn’t control me.”

“Hn,” Ross grumbles, grinding his teeth together. The ‘somebody ought to,’ goes unsaid but you can see it in the clench of his jaw and the way he tries to…to glare you into submission or some shit.

‘Hn’, indeed.

“Fine,” he grounds out, “Do you have something to add?”

He speaks as if he thinks he’s tripped you up. A large part of you wants to make him regret giving you the room.

Even still, for a moment you contemplate not stirring the pot, taking the out and letting someone else handle him, but really the choice is obvious. There Bruce was stood up in the corner chained and shackled to hell on a stretcher like he was Cletus Fucking Kasady or something, power suppressor collar locked tight around his neck with probably enough sedatives in him to kill an elephant given just how impossibly high he looked, and actively struggling to get a good read on the room.

Bruce’s eyes were so unfocused and glassy, his head so heavy, that you barely caught your frown before the wider room could see it upon first seeing him. Let alone hid the show of emotion how you would’ve liked to as a whole.

Ross wanted to keep him, that much was obvious. But he didn’t care about the man or the so-called monster, which was just as easily noticeable.

General Thaddeus Ross wasn’t fit to keep Bruce Banner or The Hulk safe — captured, sure, but unlike the others on the team that wasn’t something you even remotely cared about — and seemed too inclined to keep them tortured and in easy reach to be experimented on instead for your liking.

“I do,” you say. Tony looks surprised when you glance over to him, but it’s about the only request for permission he’s going to get from you. When he nods, just once, you turn back to Ross and his crossed arms and you smile. “I think that over the years the General and the military have proven untrustworthy when it comes to matters of The Hulk.”

One man huffs in the back, curls cropped short and that same air about him that Ross has. The type of urge to commandeer everything that gave you hives on a good day.

You grit your teeth. Today was not a ‘good day’.

“We captured that beast, didn't we? Banner’s been dozing in his cage for weeks before today, a non threat.”

Cage.

The way your eye twitches is small enough you’d bet no one without a heads up display or enhanced vision could see it.

You shift in your seat, gesturing to the wider room.

“Only after breaking form, though, correct? And stop me if I’m wrong, but both times you successfully captured the Hulk were S.H.I.E.L.D or the Avengers not present and providing crucial aid? So it’s just the same to say that the Avengers have an even better track record of keeping Hulk out of trouble than even the Hulkbusters do, and a room is about as much containment to someone so powerful as Thee Hulk as a cell is.”

“You’re proposing we treat that thing like a—”

“Like a person, yeah. It’s no coincidence that both times you captured the man was because he was reasoned with or otherwise distracted by saving an agent’s life. The Hulk is a person, and he can be stabilized after an episode — which rarely happen without provocation by the way — just like any other man.”

“Other men don’t usually possess the ability to tears tanks apart with their bare hands, Miss.”

“Other men also usually don’t respond rationally when being shot at…” you lean forward to read the man’s name off the gold plate pinned to his breast, “…Fortean.”

Immediately, he clarifies you on his rank, on the fact that you should put it in front of his name. As if you respect him enough for that; these people were lucky you haven’t devolved to schoolyard taunts yet considering just how little you respected them.

“Sure,” you shrug. Fortean grits his teeth, standing up a little taller as he fixes his mouth to say something that he’ll want to be cutting but you know you’ll just blow off.

“Now, Y/n,” Ross cuts the younger man off, pressing him back into the corner like a good obedient lapdog, and swinging the conversation back in his control. “Our hands are the most capable to keep Hulk from sowing destruction everywhere he goes, even if you think being nice to it and letting it play dress up with the Avengers is a suitable containment method that doesn’t account for the fact that everywhere the Hulk goes destruction follows.”

Rogers pipes up before you even can. “Pardon my forwardness, General Ross, but any destruction caused while we fought beside Hulk was due to the impromptu establishment of a battle field in civilian spaces by our enemies, enemies which we stopped with the help of Hulk. The Hulk is a hero, and he was doing his job the same as any other Avenger, Sir.”

Ross smiles, it’s not pleasant but it isn’t condescending either. Lucky Cap.

“And before he joined your team? What of the destruction that followed him then, Captain?”

“Well,” you cut in, doing away with caring about being too forward entirely, “that was mainly you and the Hulkbusters, so the answer is fairly obvious.”

To that Ross stares at you for a second, mouth ticking, and then promptly lets out a gruff bout of laughter. The other military personnel and military officials in the room give a resound chuckle as well.

It echoes around the room for a couple of seconds and each new laugh feels like needles burrowing deeper and deeper into your brain.

You didn’t tell anything nearing a joke so the only reason for this was that they were all laughing at you.

“I’m sorry,” you pipe up, unlocking your jaw to speak after swallowing down the angry tremble you could feel crawling up your throat, “I don’t recall telling a joke.”

Despite your words the room still sobers at everyone else’s own pace and you can’t help but to wish the man would drop dead when you chance a look Fortean’s way and catch the smug upturn of his mouth.

Hulk probably wouldn’t approve, Bruce definitely wouldn’t. You don’t think either would object to you socking him in the jaw though, knocking the smirk right off his face.

“Apologies, Miss,” Ross grunts once he’s finished, eyes glinting. “You’ve provided me with my counter argument though, haven’t you? Or the Captain did. We responded to Hulk’s presence after he made an impromptu battlefield out of a civilian area and people got hurt at his fault when we engaged in our duty to this country. We did our jobs”

“That’s not how I see it.”

Ross stops just short of glowering at you, pausing in the pointed looks he’s giving the officials in the room to narrow his eyes your way.

“Well then you’re seeing it wrong.”

“No.” Ross’s eye twitches. It’s visible. Same as the vein that protrudes across his temple. You cross your arms, shrugging even as you narrow your gaze on him a little more in tandem. “Is it incorrect to assume that you track both Bruce Banner and The Hulk, General?”

“It’s not.”

“Good,” you hum, tapping a steady rhythm with the pads of your fingers into your forearm. “How about the target on sight orders for them both? That true as well?”

“Yes,” Ross says, voice dropping down. He’s wary about where you’re going with this but isn’t sure of your angle yet, most likely.

Thaddeus Ross wasn’t an idiot — especially where being a tactician was concerned, and that was all the props you’d ever give the man.

At the very least it meant he was giving you something of a challenge.

You nod to yourself, biting back a smile, “And you would agree that most times you catch up to Bruce Banner he’s not at immediate risk of transforming?”

“Not always, but—

“—And that provocation of the target — already agitated or otherwise — never fails to escalate tensions and make the situation more dangerous, correct?”

There was more to it than just Bruce or Hulk’s temperaments though, and you knew that well. But fighting the Hulk angle here wouldn’t be as helpful — even though every time Ross’s team have ever ran into Hulk already in control was because he was dealing with an even bigger threat, saving people, and the only thing the Hulkbusters ever succeeded in doing in those situation was exasperating the collateral; simply put Hulk wasn’t the aphantomable monster everyone wanted to paint him as, but paint their hearts out people would regardless — as you’d want with this audience, so stressing the Hulkbusters being nothing but a trigger in an otherwise calm situation was what you’d do.

Ross shifts to run his hand over his mustache, lips pursed.

“That’s…an affirmative, but—”

“So then, if you stand by your word, of course, you admit that any collateral damage caused by Hulk after you or your Hulkbusters have arrived on scene is not the fault of Hulk himself since you actively and willfully provoke him into violence and initiate battle in civilian areas with him for your own means?” You pause to swallow, blinking faux innocently up at Ross in the process, “Whatever they may be,” you finish, raising your brows at him in challenge before relaxing back into your seat.

Everything was in his court now.

You’ve put him in an uncomfortable place. He’s either got to admit that all his tracking down of the Hulk is no more than posturing on his part, posturing that willingly puts civilians in danger for little acceptable reason, or he’s got to admit exactly what it is he wants the Hulk for to a room of the type of military personnel who cared about at least appearing too civilized for human experimentation and the utilization of mind controlled bio weapons.

“Now I did not say that,” Ross says in a huff.

You just shrug. If the shoe fit and all that.

“You’d think finding a better strategy than shooting a barrage of ineffectual weapons at a man in public who gets stronger and less coherent the angrier he gets would tip you off that you are indeed not as capable as you think you are at keeping your constituents safe,” you reiterate, expression remaining unchanged.

“Nonsense,” Ross snaps. Looking around at the officials in the room he seems to get even angrier at the contemplative looks on their faces. “What are you all doing? This woman hardly qualifies as a superhero, let alone an Avenger. She doesn’t mean jacksquat as far as this conference is concerned.”

“But, General—”

“Don’t ‘but general’ me, Stevens. Buck the hell up!” He swings his head around after chewing the younger man out then, and when his gaze snaps back to you he bares his teeth. “You! You and your bleeding heart bull! What do you know about the danger that monster inside Banner poses?”

Sucking your teeth, you stand, roller chair threatening to topple over in your rush.

“Oh get real,” you snap lowly, planting a hand on the table and leaning over it in a bid to match Ross’s big irritated movements and gestures toward you, “Hulk hasn’t been a serious threat to human life in years.”

“There’s no sufficient evidence of that!”

“As much as I’d been worried about that too, Thunderbolt,” Tony starts quickly, voice turning mocking as he tosses out the other man’s nickname, “the stats don’t lie. Hulk hasn’t caused actual human collateral in…ever, really.”

Ross glowers his way, “I have men who’d say otherwise, Stark.”

Tony shrugs, “Frankly, Ross, if they can still say anything at all then you’ve already disproven your argument here.”

“Exactly,” you sniff, rocking back on your heels and crossing your arms. “And it wouldn’t be too hard to prove that over the last few years Hulk has saved more lives than he’s ever truly hurt either.”

Some of the Suits in the room begin nodding shallowly to themselves.

At the sight of them Ross starts up another sheet of yelling in your direction: “You damned blight, who do you think you are, you’re nothing,” he rattles in the next breath, but doesn’t get any further than that before you take personal offense.

“Um, hello!” you say, voice rising for the first time the entire meeting as you attempt to talk over him, “is your name either of my parents’?”

Ross sputters at your question, “What?”

“Exactly! So don’t come up here yelling at me like I’m some child! Only two people get to just barely yell at me, and you’re not either of them, so you need to come better!”

“You don’t get to talk to me like that,” he growls out, clearly stopping himself from advancing towards you with a sneer. “Women your age have no damn respect. You are a subordinate, act like it!”

“First of all: not your subordinate,” you clarify, face scrunching at the idea alone. “Second of all: I wasn’t aware that as a so-called ‘subordinate’ I couldn’t speak my mind, you must want a pack of mindless slaves that agree with your every word if that’s the case.”

He grins something nasty.

Behind him Fortean scoffs.

“Oh I see. I don’t care what goddamn race you are, insubordination is insubordination—”

“—I literally didn’t say anything about race. I said that with the way, as your so-called ‘subordinate’, you do not think people should talk back to you in ways you personally deem disrespectful is akin to you wanting a bunch of slaves working under you.” Scoffing, you shake your head. What a pack of clowns. “Last time I checked slaves aren’t allowed to oppose their Masters, General, whereas subordinates are meant to keep you in check which requires opposing opinions to be—”

Ross starts to stammer badly enough you’re stopped from continuing because you honestly aren’t sure he'll be able to hear you over the stuttered flapping of his gums, the gnashing of his teeth and the blood rushing to his face at an alarming speed.

Not that you gave a fuck about his health, but still.

He stutters for a few more seconds, fists balling where you can see them from where his arms are now crossed tightly across his chest, before eventually giving up with a harsh curse and pointing angrily at you, voice going up an octave or two.

“Missy, you will get off of my base right now! I’m not running a hen house. Talbot, escort her out!”

Both your eyebrows jump towards your hairline. Your response is on the tip of your tongue too: ‘Missy’! Excuse you, I am a grown ass woman, but, again, you’re stopped before you can get anymore riled up by a sudden bout of noise.

When you knock your head up to lock fiery brown eyes onto the source of the sound towards the back of the room you do so fast enough for your neck to crack.

A snort.

Someone’s laughing.

Your eyes narrow.

Unlike last time, no one else is joining in, however. No, instead everyone’s looking at a still drugged Bruce — who your eyes finally land on before promptly widening as his bleary gaze locks coherently onto yours for less than a second. It’s an eternity of a second, though.

In the meantime Bruce’s snort turns into stilted chuckles that swiftly morph into low gasps of laughter as his shoulders shake and his heavy head lists to the side.

Then, against all odds considering the boatload of drugs he’s visibly on and the suppressor collar around his neck, he starts to transform.

Bruce’s voice shifts to Hulk’s in the ensuing moments and his voice becomes significantly more disruptive even above the sound of the collar snapping in half. Hulk breaks out into booming laughter with a bellow of: “Flustered Ross?”, absolutely amused by how fucked up you’ve gotten his oldest foe.

“Wha—? Bruce— Hulk,” you cut yourself off, just staring at the jade giant as he full belly laughs, head thrown back and everything.

It’s adorable.

A little bit of you perks up at the rumbling sound and the heaviness that’s been anchoring your feet, making every step harder and heavier than the next, seems to lift.

Every non-Avenger in the room freezes bar Ross, who twitches and seems to get notably redder around the edges.

Honestly though, you don’t think anything would have supported your case any better than Bruce — your sweet, usually dry humored man — laughing so hard he cedes control to Hulk, who’s laughter is even more infectious. In real time you can even see the officials in the room having their perceptions shift as well.

Didn’t hurt that the evidence of their ineffectual Hulk containment methods when Hulk actually wanted out had just clattered into pieces on the ground either.

A little giggle bubbles past your lips almost in spite of the fury still firing through you. Alright, Ross’s beet red flush and slew of tripped over words in the face of confrontation from a black woman who was no better than a civilian skill wise was pretty funny.

For the first time since the team and you were redirected to this stupid fucking room the anxiety and irritation tightening your abdomen to aching relaxes.

Subconsciously you feel yourself sigh, straightening up from where you were leaned over the table to better get in Ross’s face the same way he felt he needed to get into yours first, and shifting to pop your back in the process.

Shit you were wound up.

You had to get yourself together because Ross’s ass was not worth putting all this strain on your body.

Eventually Hulk’s boisterous laughter peters off naturally. A smile sticks to his face still though, a boyish type of grin that shows enough teeth to make most of the big men strewn throughout the room shift uncomfortably and have your stomach fluttering welcomely.

Shoulders dropping and jaw unclenching you smile over at him in turn, his green eyes locking onto your brown for a slew of moments before some Suit clears his throat— then immediately ends up loosening his tie as that drags Hulk’s attention squarely his way.

The man clears his throat two more times before he finds his nerve, “Well the way I see it the best course of action to keeping Hulk…stable would be to let the Avengers keep an — um — eye on him and Bruce Banner. As I see it, at least,” he adds in a rush at the unblinking stares the Hulkbusters start giving him.

Ross seems to double take: “What,” he barks out, “you can’t be seriously considering this!”

“General, I think it’s about time we consider the option of least resistance.” And the Suit considers you now, gaze on you noticeable but one that you refuse to return with anything but a bland expression and raised brow. He sighs. “Not constantly waging clearly avoidable war on The Hulk, especially when the money going into the Hulkbusters can be utilized better elsewhere, seems like a solid plan to me, and I can only imagine my compatriots agree.”

Ross sputters for a few moments, Fortean’s frown crests hard enough you hope it sticks, and then the General’s mouth shuts with a snap. His pivot to turn your way is accompanied by a low growl from Hulk, but for once Ross is mad enough at someone else to not blow the rumble out of proportion.

“Get out,” he snaps, and like ants all the people who aren’t his (or The Avengers) in the conference room scatter.

You’d laugh if it weren’t so pathetic. Ross was only one single goddamn man, explosive anger or not.

Staring him down you cross your arms, cocking your head and hip and not hesitating to let a smirk grace your dark lips.

“Bitter?” You question before he can start.

Behind you some one of your partners’ teammates snorts.

You’d put your money on Clint.

Ross snarls and turns sharply to Tony somewhere behind you and to your left, features twisting nastily.

“Stark, take your team and get her the hell out of here now!” He jerks his hand towards the entrance, pointing some more. “She’s the most disrespectful, surefire example of why women shouldn’t be apart of discussions like this I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting—!”

When you laugh it’s a mean melodic thing. Overly loud just to be as obnoxious as you can manage.

The others start to move around you too, mainly Cap and Clint, to push past Ross’s unit and get to Hulk. When they start releasing him from his bonds and he stomps from the trolley he’d been tied to, two feet finally firmly planted on the floor and making the room tremble for a moment, the Hulkbusters collectively recoil and bristle all at once.

Somehow you find it in you to laugh a little harder. Apparently it was your turn to bust a gut in Ross’s face.

Talbot and Fortean glowering your way in response makes you feel doubly accomplished on top of everything too.

“Oh, screw you, Ross! You’re nothing but a sore fucking loser on a power trip and, quite frankly— ah shit!”

In one singular movement you’re swooped up. Eyes widening you gasp, hands flying down to grasp onto the nearest thing you can as your balance is thrown off. Really you needn’t have worried though, the lighter palms of brown hands — the lightest part on you beside the bottom of your feet, honestly — meet the stern knuckles of warm green skin and your spirit instantly re-enters your body as you realize what’s happening.

Unfortunately though you’re covering ground too fast for it to mean much.

Ross shouts, “God-damn—” and then he’s cut off and you can’t do a single thing about it.

Well then.

Doors close with an unsatisfactory but resounding finality in your face, the image of Ross red and belligerent lost behind it, and you scowl; still huffing and puffing even after being swept up into a carry by the very man you were arguing over.

From where you’re being carried partially laying over Hulk’s shoulder, you glare at the empty corridor he’s stomping down with the rest of the Avengers, heart hammering in your chest.

That’s when you’re finally aware enough for it to truly click that you’ve been tossed over his shoulder and you balk.

“Hulk!”

“Y/n relax now,” Hulk rumbles, large thumb patting you on the back from where he’s holding you to him.

At that you have no choice, really. You slump. Arms hanging limply at your sides and head resting on his shoulder, you pant too. Sucking in large gulps of air and trying to get your heartrate back under control before your anger spurs on a headache.

“Alright, fine,” you mutter into green skin, relaxing into Hulk’s hold, “but only because you said it so nicely.”

Hulk hums. It’s too pointed to be anything but him calling you out on your bullshitting, but you’re too tired to riff on him in your defense and start a playful back and forth right then.

“Well,” Tony chirps from the corner of the large industrial elevator once you’ve all finally settled back into it for the day, “At least you riled old Thunderbolt up enough for him to let us go with the Big Guy pretty easily.”

Lips splitting into a grin, even slightly out of breath as you are, you push up from Hulk’s shoulder a little and turn your head to the side so you’re not staring at the side of his neck and the wisps of green hair that curls some at the base of it.

When Tony sees the smile on your face he balks. By the time you’ve started up a sheet of poorly held back laughter he’s caught on.

“I should’ve known,” Tony snorts, shaking his head. “You did have a plan.”

“Of course she had a plan,” Hulk intones, tone deadly serious even though you can feel the way he huffs out a laugh.

“Hold on,” Clint starts, “you mean you picked a fight with Ross on purpose?”

“Sure did,” you start, curling back into Hulk’s hold and turning away from everyone else again. “Ross hates Hulk, yeah, but he can’t stand a woman stepping up to him either. I knew if I screwed him over he’d focus on tempering my loud mouth more so than fighting to keep his arch enemy or whatever.” You raise a limp hand to wave in their direction, “Plus, with only Cap as backup somebody had to pick up the Hulk Defense slack.”

“Okay, don’t do us like that now,” Tony complains, the metal of the Iron Man suit clanging lightly as he shifts.

“Oh, I’m gonna,” you scoff. You snort too, though, as a bout of Hulk’s more subdued laughter reaches your ears and shakes your entire body. “Just a little.”

Still, you didn’t miss the team’s broader unwillingness to stick up for the bigger and greener of your partners before today, though— and your reclusive white man too, by extension. Hulk didn’t miss it either, you'd bet, and some definite developments would have to come of that.

For now though, that could wait till you were no longer in a fucking American military base.

Once this was all over, and things settled back down, you’d have to ask Hulk if he wouldn’t mind letting you talk to Bruce. If Bruce wouldn’t mind coming up for a conversation.

That was something for later though, for now you’d just let your nerves calm and bask in not having to worry about walking.

Without another word you curl more securely into Hulk’s hold, tucking your head into his neck, your umber skin and tight curls brushing over the protruding veins there, and moving one of your arms up to wrap around Hulk’s neck.

As you all make your way down the elevator and back to the quinjet you’re fully content to keeping silent. Fingers tangled lightly in the dark hair at the base of Hulk’s neck you lean in to press plump two-toned lips to his skin in a lingering kiss.

Hulk huffs. Big hands secure you to his chest even more than you already are and his thumb and forefinger squeeze fondly, delicately, around your waist, his giant head leaning just enough to press lightly over yours for a second.

Eyes watering, you smile into him, hands trembling in his hair as you hug him harder.

You missed him, and you missed Bruce (missed the knowledge that he was safe even when you couldn’t directly talk to him because Hulk was safe) and that had strained on you badly.

At least you had them back now though. And this time around you’d be far meaner and a lot less lenient about parting from them again.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! Didn’t expect that this would be the first fic out of all the Bruce/Hulk fics I’ve started this year that I’d post, but it worked out anyway.

Also, honestly, I forgot how the episode began and was sequenced so this is more inspired by “The Deadliest Man Alive” - S2EP22 episode of EMH than a rewrite of it. Fortean is here too so that doubly doesn’t support this being a direct rewrite; I just needed to throw some shots his way too though so that’s why he’s here.

And the title is from the Coco Jones song bcs I was listening to it on repeat while finishing writing this, the fic isn’t inspired by the song tho.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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bethanythebogwitch · 2 years ago

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It's October and I want to talk about something creepy, so this Wet Beast Wednesday is about the lancetfish. These things look like what would happen if a fish became a vampire. Lancetfish are the only members of their family, Alepisauridae and consist of two species: The longnose lancetfish Apleisaurus ferox and the shortnose lancetfish Apleisaurus brevirostris. While they are often caught as bycatch, there is still a lot we don't know about them.

(image: a lancetfish held by an angler. Its body is long, skinny, and silvery. Its dorsal fin extends down most of its back and is supported by a series of long, thin spines. Its head is pointed and the moth is very wide. It has a large, green eye. The tail is out of frame)

Lancetfish are long and skinny fish capable of reaching up to 2.08 meters (6.8 ft). Their dorsal fins are especially notable, stretching down most of their backs and being spiny, resulting in one common name for them being the "handsaw fish". The fin likely gives stability when the fish swims fast and can fold down. The fin is situated in a groove so when it folds down, the top of the fish is smooth and reduces drag. Lancetfish are also one of the relatively few fish to have an adipose fin. The mouth is large and opens very wide. It has long, skinny teeth that point backwards and are adapted to hold onto struggling prey. Their bodies have no scales, only smooth skin with pores for the lateral line. The name "Alepisaurus" means "scaleless lizard", a reference to their body shape and lack of scales. The stomach can expand to hold a very large volume. Lancetfish lack swim bladders and are simultaneous hermaphrodites, posessing male and female gonads at the same time. They show some anatomical differences from other hermaphroditic fish, including testicles that are independent from the ovaries.

(image: a lancetfish held by a child on a boat. More detain can be seen on the dorsal fin, which includes four spines that grow long past the webbing. The tail ends in a forked fin.

Lancetfish are found worldwide except for arctic regions and are more common in temperate to tropical waters, but have been found as far north as Greenland. They are found in the mesopelagic (twilight) and bathypelagic (midnight) zones, but sometimes swim closer to the surface and can be found at a huge variety of depths. They are unusually large for fish that live in those areas. They are generally believed to be solitary, but may gather together to mate. They may also be migratory, as they have been reported seasonally appearing and disappearing in some locations. Lancetfish do also travel to colder waters if food is scarce. They are predators with extremely wide diets that include fish, cephalopods, tunicates, and crustaceans. They are also notoriously cannibalistic, as lancetfish show up in the stomachs of other lancetfish very frequently. There have even beec cases of scientists finding a lancetfish inside of a lancetfish inside of a lancetfish. They are so well known for cannibalism that they are often named "cannibal fish". Lancetfish are likely ambush predators. Their muscles are gelatinous, which is unsuitable for chases but does work for sudden bursts of speed. They most likely hang motionless in the water, waiting for prey to pass. How lancetfish reproduce is unknown, but they are probably broadcast spawners.

(image: a lancetfish in its natural habitat. It is suspended vertically in the water, with the head pointing up. Its dorsal fin is folded back)

One interesting feature of lancetfish is how slow their digestion is. Lancetfish are often found with undigested or partially digested food in their stomachs. One hypothesis is that They digest food slowly wile living a low-energy lifestyle to make the energy gained from each meal last as long as possible. Another is that the stomach acts like storage and will only begin digestion if the fish is low on energy. This provides an interesting avenue of research. Lancetfish caught as bycatch or that was up on beaches can be dissected to investigate their stomach contents, which are so much more pristine than those of other species. This means each lancetfish acts as a net, containing tons of specimens that give us a good (if biased) look at the bathypelagic food web and local biodiversity. Scientists are starting to find a lot of plastic in lancetfish stomachs. It is hypothesized that some of this plastic may be ingested by prey who practice daily vertical migration bringing tiny pieces of plastic down into deeper waters where they are ingested by larger predators. Some plastic pieces found may be too large to be explained by this method alone, such as a fragment of a black plastic bag around the same size as a hand towel found in one lancetfish. This is part of growing evidence that shows plastic pollution is not just a problem for the surface as was previously though, but exists throughout the water column.

I told you, its a vampire fish (image: a close-up of a lancetfish head. Its mouth is open, showing the teeth. They are long, skinny, and sharp. Most are short, but a few on the top and bottom are much larger than the others)

Lancetfish are not commercially caught as there is no market for them. Their gelatinous meat is considered unappetizing, though it is also said to taste sweet. They are considered pests in longline fishing industries for taking bait intended for other species. The amount of lancetfish bycatch is increasing, possibly indicating population growth due to overfishing of their competition and prey. Known predators of lancetfish include tuna, cod, opah, salmon sharks, and sea lions. Because of how deep they live, not much is known about any conservation needs

(image: a juvenile lancetfih. Its body is green and translucent and much shorter than that of the adult. The head has the same shape as the adult. The dorsal fin is much smaller and less distinct. The body is curved at the spine and the internal organs are visible through the skin)

#wet beast wednesday #lancetfish #lancet fish #fish #fishblr #marine biology #biology #zoology #ecology #animal facts #pictures #long boi

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siriusly-t1red · 1 month ago

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Under the Same Moon

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader

One Three

The forest was quiet.

Too quiet.

You crouched behind a thick cedar trunk, heartbeat pulsing softly in your ears. Moonlight filtered down in beams through the canopy, casting silver onto the forest floor. Kakashi knelt beside you, completely still—his presence somehow both calming and electrifying.

The mission had been going smoothly until your team spotted a group of rogue shinobi passing through a trade route. Now you were waiting for his signal.

You glanced sideways. His visible eye was focused ahead, sharp and unreadable. But then, as if sensing your stare, he shifted slightly and murmured, “You’re tense.”

“I’m not used to ambushes at midnight,” you whisper back.

“Really? You seem cool under pressure.”

You huff, soft. “I’m sweating through my vest.”

Kakashi’s eye curved slightly in amusement. “Well, I wasn't going to say anything.”

You flush, but there’s no time to respond—he holds up a hand, signaling you to move. The next few minutes are a blur: a flash of kunai, a flicker of chakra, the whoosh of your teammate Sai’s ink beast in the distance. You follow Kakashi’s lead, silent and swift, disabling one of the rogue shinobi with a precise hit to a pressure point just like you were trained.

It’s over quickly.

Too quickly.

You and Kakashi break from the trees, regrouping as the last of the enemies are detained by your team. Sai gives you a casual wave from the shadows, then disappears into the trees to scout further.

“That was impressive,” Kakashi says, turning toward you as you catch your breath. “Fast and quiet.”

“I’ve been practicing,” you say, brushing dirt from your uniform.

He studies you a moment, then takes a slow step forward. “I noticed.”

His voice is low now—gentle, even. You blink up at him, suddenly aware of how alone you two are. The others are nearby but out of earshot. Just you, Kakashi, and the soft rustling wind.

“Something wrong?” you ask, fidgeting with your glove.

“No,” he replies. “I’m just wondering if you’re always this focused on missions, or if it’s just when I’m around.”

You freeze. “W-what?”

He steps closer, and though the mask hides most of his expression, his eye says everything—amused, but warm. “You do this thing. Your chakra gets a little... twitchy when I’m near. I can sense it.”

“I-I don’t— That’s not—” you sputter, but then you catch the teasing glint in his eye.

He’s messing with you again.

You exhale sharply, looking away, embarrassed. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“Maybe.” He leans in slightly, voice a whisper. “Maybe I just like seeing you blush.”

Your face is on fire now. “Kakashi—!”

But before you can protest further, a sudden shout echoes from nearby. Both of you snap into alertness. Sai’s voice calls out—he’s found something. Instantly, you and Kakashi move, but not before he throws one last glance at you.

“We’ll talk later,” he says with that easy calm of his. “You still owe me that reading session.”

He disappears into the trees with barely a sound, but your heart is pounding like you just finished a sprint.

Later.

He said later.

And you weren’t sure if the mission or Kakashi Hatake was going to be the end of you first.

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A Mutts Worth Timeline (WIP)

October 4th 58 ADD

Birth of Peeta Mellark to Myrna Mellark and Arthur Cartwright. Mrs Mellark lies to Otho telling him the baby is his.

January 1st 75 ADD Snow approves military buildup of human and animal muttations in case a war occurs. New tactics involving use of human mutt cannon fodder, and bombs conceived in the capitol war academy will no longer be theory soon.

March 21st 75 ADD

Bruno Stone of the town of Auraria, suburb of Anver arrested for rebel espionage as part of a rebel cell, instead of execution he and his family are sent to the Presidential institute for Human Muttations.

March 24th 75 ADD

Violetta Johnson arrested while working in the fields of Orleans, she and her family are sent to the Presidential institute for Human Muttations

July 13th 75 ADD

end of quarter quell

July 16th 75 ADD

District 11

PK base overrun in Makonia by rebel assault, squad leader Salindie Stone knocked out by rebel teargas and detained in a POW camp in Orleans where she will sit out the war.

August 16th 75 ADD

Peeta given Domioc Acid treatment by the Capitol mutt makers

August 17th 75 ADD

Peeta, and others are rescued from the Capitol by District 13.

September 15th

Military evaluators begin taking an interest in Peeta Mellark.

Designs for incapacitators are submitted to the Tech college of District 13 by Engineer Cato Rayne.

September 17th

The cafeteria incident, Peeta under guard eats with Annie, Johanna, Katniss, Delly and Gale. Afterwards, Delly blasts Peeta and convinces him to stop giving up on his recovery.

September 22, 75 ADD

In district 1, The 2nd "Lion" PK commando battalion storm the rebel encampment of commander Flavius Emerald, 2 human assasination mutts seek out the rebel they reach close but before they can blow themselves up with high grade explosives they are captured as the rebels retake the encampment in a counter attack, under the cover of hovercraft bombing the battalion escapes with heavy casualties. The capitol objective of taking down the power infrastructure and sacking the town of Macgillia fails.

September 24, 75 ADD

Arthur Cartwright an apprentice of the deceased Harriet March, an apothecary, sister of Astrid March, and Medic in District 13 is sent to do on the job training in what was once called Denver, in District 2. He is only 12-years old.

The first Incapacitator is built, in the college and a system of remote incapacitators is conceived and proposed to the relevant authorities, the hospital wing takes a great interest in this development.

September 25, 75 ADD

Peeta given a pet rat named snipps by the hospital

District 13 Today airs Everthorn footage

Peeta begins to remember the night before the arena

September 26 75 ADD

Birthday of Arthur Cartwright, Peeta works on little Arthur's birthday present. He draws Arthur's favorite animal a lizard knowing that Arthur collects everything having to do with Lizards. But Arthur Cartwright never gets his birthday present.

Death of medic Arthur Cartwright in an ambush by Peacekeeper insurgents in a narrow mountain pass at the age of 12.

The United Recreational providerships of District 13 announce that the supply of recreational goods has grown to the point that non native citizens of District 13, are now permitted to engage in recreational drug use.

Peeta does his first propo in Training Center 42.

September 27 75 ADD

4 AM Delly finds out about her little brother's death 4:30 Peeta finds out and gives Delly his painting of Arthur Cartright and offers his condolences Delly in response says cruel things to Peeta, in a 2-minute rant 440: Prim goes to give Delly condolences and Delly goes on a 1-minute rant calling Prim a nepo baby

4:45 Delly goes to do the same to Annie who threatens to put a knife in her skull, she leaves kicks a bookcase in the hospital, goes to her room and screams, sobbing for the rest of the day.

Peeta wonders if Delly is right that he lies when he calls himself Peeta Mellark, who is totally different from him, he cries and goes to his bed, is silent and deep in thought. Is Delly, right? 6 AM Haymitch finds out about the incidents with Delly, tells Katniss during breakfast, that Peeta had a fight with her. Haymitch does not know too much of the details. Katniss would only see echoes on the 2nd, 3rd before Delly revealed the whole story.

Coin orders doctors to "encourage" the line of thought, Peeta is thinking.

9 AM:

Peeta, needing to go to the restroom, sees a patient's loved ones anxiously awaiting the results of a surgery in the hospital and wondering: "Is anyone doing that for me? Is anyone waiting on me, hoping desperately that I recover?" noting that no one pays them (like Prim and Delly) or has responsibility foisted on them (like Haymitch)

10 AM: Peeta after a war with himself and deep thought realizes Delly is right the internal war was short most revolving around the implications of Delly's words

12 AM Doctors check up on him, he asks if what Delly said was right, they answer, "It’s up to you" and give him vague affirmations, after being pressed they refuse to rule out Peeta being a Mutt.

They give him a journal and urge him to take up journaling.

Peeta asks if anyone really needed his old self, if what he told Katniss on the beach was correct and everyone else has moved on. The doctors nudge him in the direction of "yes." he asks why District 13 didn't execute him after he attacked Katniss, and they say they valued him beyond any utilitarian use.

Peeta first mentions that he feels like he lives in someone elses body, and when he sees film of the games it feels like he is watching someone else, that he didn't know his own name until someone told him and that he does not remember his favorite color, or his birthday.

He asks if Delly is just having a mental breakdown over Arthur's death and the doctors don't agree with her, but his doctor tell him that they do agree with many of what she said, and they are working on a new treatment plan.

1 PM Coin announces resource allocations, and intention to give Peeta native citizenship in District 13 with all obligations.

Katniss appeals resource allocations on grounds of safety is verbally abused by Coin. She approves Peeta’s citizenship on grounds that he's been replaced with a capitol mutt

Peeta wonders if District 13 cares about him for reasons beyond his utility

Haymitch tells Katniss she should have resigned and that not even he can save her from what's coming next.

Coin conceives of plan to break Katniss, and destroy her power, and place in history

Therapists have sessions all day to further this plan.

Peeta loses all interest in what Katniss is up to.

Mrs. Everdeen's mission to D11 announced

Katniss returns to Coin begging to be sent to the capitol to kill Snow, she starts her training to kill Snow. She has her ribs fully healed by the end of the day.

DNA test reveal that Peeta Mellark was born out of wedlock to Daniel Cartwright and Meredith Mellark. District 13 law states that the last name is determined by patrilineal lineage. Peeta has a new name: Peeta Cartwright. Peeta showed the footage of his reunion with Katniss in district 13, and feels immense shame. He has a dark breakthrough in combating his amnesia. He remembers more and more of his time in the capitol and the type of person the capitol made him into. This leads to unending episodes until the doctors make Peeta recount his capitol torture for hours. September 28 75 ADD

Peeta is recruited into the Hospital wings John Titus Recreational Providership, he has all the time in the world so can get large amounts of work done, He first tends to the gardens of the recreational center. Annie and Finnick are recruited to join the Galerius Colbert recreational center in the hospital wing. Dozens of mentally ill individuals in District 13 are introduced to incapacitators and taught how to use it. Incapacitating tubes are installed in their ears to sync their bodies with the incapacitator. Coin commissions Peeta to make a painting of her.

New Episodal control mechanisms are introduced for the violently psychotic of district 13. Footage of Peeta strangling Katniss shown to Peeta for the first time, Peeta insists that someone he calls "him did it" Peeta asks to have the scars from the mechanical torture machines removed, he is given a long lecture on their value as battle scars. Coin offers to have Gale presented as Katniss's new lover, but again Katniss refuses, she asks about the legality of drugs in district 13 and Coin plainly explains the districts attitude to drugs.

Haymitch pushes Peeta away implying that he does not want to see him by showing little interest in talking to him.

After this Haymitch complains about the treatment by the doctors of Peeta's identity disturbance, gets severely punished.

Coin deems Haymitch too instable to aid the Mockingjay or be part of the MJ's team, Harold Boggs is made Temporary Guardian (while Haymitch is undergoing "treatment") and mentor for Katniss.

Haymitch is given a 3-day restraining order the terms of which he is not allowed to interact with Peeta so as to not "interfere in his recovery."

Haymitch is moved to the hospital wing.

Gale Intensifies his efforts to win Katniss Mrs. Everdeen travels to D11, she planned on leaving in the evening after reflection, but Coin uses a drone strike that killed 25 and injured 43 as an excuse to have her sent ASAP. Katniss is not told this. Mrs. Everdeen manages to say goodbye to Prim who is in the hospital wing.

Peeta finishes his painting of Coin.

Buttercup eats the pet lizards, in the hospital wing, Delly chases him back to the transport vents.

Another Peeta propo is posted in Training Center 42, Katniss confronts Plutarch who says it's just for show.

September 29 75 ADD

A Remote incapacitator system is set up by District 13 and 36 personal Incapacitators have now been built.

Peeta commissioned by a District 13 nursery school to make coloring books

Prim receives Arthur Colm award for excellence from Alma Coin for her work as a medic in training and is enrolled into the Stewart Colm Prodigy apprenticeship program with other bright medics her age from all over Panem.

Katniss attacked with buckets of ice water by plain clothes coinist secret police this starts a social trend Gale kisses Katniss and feels nothing. He has a Realization that he won't win. Gale tries to be "friends" with Katniss with residual hope that Katniss can be his.

Gale spends less time with Katniss resolving to eat separately from her.

Katniss is relieved that Peeta isn’t doing any additional propos in the Training Center, Coin orders for Katniss to be given a false assurance that Peeta will be given no military training until ready. Katniss wryly wonders when that will be. Coin resolves to make Peeta's conscription a surprise for Katniss. September 30 75 ADD

The hospital takes Peeta to the pools and begins treatment of Peeta's hydrophobia (his is less severe than Johanna's). Hospital also arranges meetings with those involved in the rescue mission so Peeta can thank them personally.

Peeta continues work on the coloring books. Peeta's DID is treated by a brain procedure targeting the amnesia. Katniss attacked with laser pointers by District 13 bullies Gale continues to spend smaller amounts of time with Katniss who wonders why Gale is acting so strangely.

Peeta, Annie and Finnick are given Native Citizenship in a ceremony that Katniss, Delly, and Haymitch are made to attend.

In private meeting Coin asks Peeta and Annie and order them to reveal their intrusive thoughts of eating their tormentors, they both look at Coin like she's either joking or are crazy like they are.

September 31 75 ADD

Peeta remembers more and more about his time in the Capitol

Katniss attacked with sewage balloons by native bullies

Gale has existential crises over his support for Coin but keeps it a secret 2 capitol doppelgangers "Peeta" Bruno Stone (and "Katniss" Violetta Johnson are given nonnative citizenship to 13. Katniss discovers that Peeta is using the transport pipes of district 13 as part of his job with the recreational providership. Peeta crawls over her and Jo’s room accidentally waking up Katniss with his bulky legs that scares the game for miles around. In the recreational center, Peeta is requested to make a wedding cake for a District 13 couple and completes this task. The recreational center has Peeta works on a recreational(drug) plant book. October 1 75 ADD. Project Broken Talons finishes recruiting personnel. Arnom Colm requests to take part and has an idea, she looks like Prim maybe she can impersonate Prim. The Broken talons team loves the idea, and she begins practicing her prim impersonation and her verbal abuse. Capitol mutt conditioning to view violence as irresistible, and inherent to himself, (a contributor to his DID) uncovered by native therapists Katniss given a wedgie and arrested for resisting the wedgie Peeta confabulates false memories of beating up Birch Chance

Peeta begins joining the Odair's in the cafeteria, has row with Katniss who avoids the Odair's. Peeta tells Katniss that she is very lucky, she has her family intact, she even has a fucking family pet, and must be having the time of her life as Mockingjay, and she must find his hijacking so freeing, not having anyone to act the star crossed lovers act with, she can spend all the time she wants with Gale she is free, not having to deal with his old self. Peeta concludes by telling Katniss she is the true victor of the quarter quell, her family is safe, she is fed, not having to worry about food. Peeta says that though she has been through a lot, but she does not know how good she has it. Katniss leaves the table feeling self-loathing and anger at Peeta.

This is the final straw for Gale who totally gives up all residual hope.

Peeta begins work on his symbolic grave Doctors have Peeta make lists of memories the capitol hijacked. The recreation center has Peeta make propo posters for the war effort. Peeta is stung by an entire hive of Tracker Jacker and has a huge episode but is physically fine. Doctors discover that the Capitol modified Peeta's immune system to use antibodies specifically tailored for Tracker Jacker Venom.

October 2 75 ADD

Peeta experiments with painting his prosthetic leg.

Katniss rips up Peeta's propo posters Katniss is sent back to 12 to do a propo film of victors village she spends a tiny amount of time in her own house and alot of time in every room in Peeta's house, she only has Boggs for emotional support. The propo mainly focuses on Katniss's house besides a few minutes talking about Peeta.

Katniss tries to stop Gale from icing her out. She does everything in her power to convince Gale she is over Peeta, that Peeta means nothing to her. Gale isn't fully convinced but is conflicted he wants to believe Katniss Gale sees Peeta's warts in the cafeteria bathroom. Katniss and Gale go hunting they watch Peeta burn down a forest for 13, this is to gather more data on Peeta's immunity to tracker jacker venom . Gale storms off saying that Katniss loves Peeta even if he has warts in the places where venom was injected and runs off avoiding her. Katniss runs after him, Gale calls her a liar, and says she can convince herself of whatever crap she wants to make the fuck up, but he won't be a second choice to Peeta anymore.

Gale tells Delly about his doubts about Coin.

Coin orders Katniss to wear a headshackle, guards force it on Katniss

Buttercup eats Snips and begins demanding food from the recreational center in the hospital, Peeta gives him cheese bun leftovers.

Gang of 4 bullies attacks Katniss harassing her with poking sticks, another gang trips her with hockey sticks and she is pushed while getting the schedule printed on her arm. Katniss is arrested for fighting back. When she leaves the corrections wing, she is attacked by paint guns

The Coinist secret police plays a creepy recording into 25 military officers head and Katniss to unnerve Katniss with plausible deniability.

Katniss removes the head-shackle.

Doctors tell Peeta to make a list of words he associates with his old and new self. He also completes the symbolic grave with his doctors giving vague affirmations.

Peeta and Annie given loads of military aptitude tests and are told that tomorrow they are going to be deployed having somehow passed. They try to complain and have it delayed but to no avail.

October 3 75 ADD WRATH OF COIN

Peeta finishes the production coloring books for District 13 schools.

Henry Colm tells Coin today is a big day, Coin is filled with delight.

Cafeteria

Katniss skips breakfast not wanting to deal with the harassment or be in the same room as Peeta.

Training Center 42

Katniss bitterly complains that Coin promised that Peeta would not be sent to do propos, Boggs tells her that these are no mere training propos. Boggs pulls Katniss aside and says Coin wants her dead and election time is coming. Peeta and Annie feel humiliated as a film showing their episodes are shown to Squad 451 and 452, Annie wishes she could murder both squads for this treatment, and both Peeta and Annie are mad. Boggs sees Katniss's name on the rotation list, shakes his head, and replaces it with Sarah Jackson, Katniss insists on a place in Peeta’s rotation furious that he's sent, Peeta tries to argue against Katniss being on the rotation and Boggs agrees with Peeta but before Coin can order Katniss to be put on the watch the whole time he's there, Boggs relents and puts her in the rotation. Her rotation starts and Peeta decides he has had enough of dealing with Katniss and picks Katniss up, throws her gun in the wayside, and throws her in the air, she falls on her face. Peeta waits for her to be removed, and it swiftly happens over Katniss's objections. Peeta's expression is one of relief. As she is glaring at Peeta, Augustus Ford commander of squad 452 asks Katniss after she is thrown in the air if she could kill Peeta "if it came down to it." She answer's that it would be just like killing a Capitol mutt, and Peeta is knocked out with the incapacitor before he can shoot her. When Peeta wakes up a few minutes later, Gale offers to kill Peeta, Katniss thinks it's a brutal and inhumane idea, but before she can verbalize this Peeta puts 7 bullet into Gale's left leg with the aid of a laser pointer. Gale falls before her, Leeg puts the laser pointer to her eye and Tong breaks her nose. Commander Ford petitions to have Katniss arrested and she is court marshaled on suspicion of conspiring with Gale to murder Peeta. Boggs orders Leeg, Tong, and Peeta to clean the latrine but Coin gets involved via the head of training center security, to have only Katniss clean the latrine and Leeg and Tong posted as her guard. The officer says it will toughen Katniss up, saying that if Katniss weren't a morally bankrupt deviant, she wouldn't be treated this way. Leeg and Tong, point their guns at her and make Katniss do physically degrading work, while making make a noose with a rope that reflects in the shadows as Katniss cleans the latrines with her bare hands. Leeg shoots a warning shot in the air scaring Katniss. Katniss still refuses to clean a latrine with her bare hands, Boggs manages to have her punishment reduced and gives her cleaning equipment. Jackson begins to explore adding lock systems to all the guns, to prevent suicides and weapons abuse

Peeta is ordered to give a lecture to the squads about strangulation and the throat, he is also ordered to tell everyone how he knows so much on basis that District 13 wants all of Peeta.

Peeta details his deeds in the Capitol and Katniss feels even more horrible for lashing out at Peeta

Peeta is sassy and sarcastic with the other guards, reluctant to open up to them, Finnick is put as Peeta's guard and Katniss is put as the guard for Annie who she has just found out is like Peeta a victim of a hijacking. They are relieved when he is sent to the training camp for native citizens of 13, Fort Alma. Katniss continues cleaning the latrine, the nurses from the hospital wing tell her that Prim has no interest in seeing her and has requested a restraining order.

When Katniss leaves training a 12-year-old child who looks like Prim approaches her, she confuses this child for Prim who she hasn't seen in days, and goes to hug her. But it isn't Prim, it's the daughter of the secret police officer responsible for the breaking of the Mockingjay, her name is Arnom Colm. Arnom calls Katniss a freak and slaps Katniss in the face, multiple times saying that her daddy will bring her to justice and that she cares only for herself. Arnom tells Katniss she does not know what Peeta ever saw in her, she slaps Katniss one more time and continues her way, telling her "Oh you thought I looked like Prim, well she's over you, and wants nothing to do with you" Katniss asks Arnom who the father is and the 12 year old proudly answers: "Henry Colm."

Hospital wing

During the Post rotation therapy for Peeta, Prim interrupts the therapy session and scolds Peeta for his treatment of her sister

Cafeteria

a mob of 20 bullies attack Katniss with hoses of ice water, paintballs, laser pointers, sewage balloons, they later corner her and begin physically hazing her, with Wedgies, poking sticks and pushing. She defends herself and hides under a table when the bullies leave Delly sits down. She is also bullied in training center 42 by Tong and Leeg.

Katniss, covered in urine, sewage sludge, paint hides under a table in a section where there's a water leak. Delly seeking privacy while drinking heavy drugs goes there and is confronted by Katniss. 6-year-old children began throwing rocks at her, then she is captured again by the older mob, having excrement smeared on her face and ice water poured on her until she is shivering.

Delly tells Katniss stories of Peeta since his return to district 13, until she passes out. Katniss has the dilemma “how do I get to my room” she sees an entrance point to the transport nodes, and finds Buttercup. She wonders the corridors of 13 until she finds her room, Katniss proceeds to siphon the water from the laundry pipe to clean herself.

Hospital wing

Gale given a prosthetic leg.

Coin's office

Katniss begs Coin to transfer her to another district.

After she is cuffed and then thrown out, Coin has a spur of the moment idea to order capture Katniss and have an earpiece surgically added to her ear, Katniss punches the guards and escapes.

After Katniss leaves, Coin calls the whole situation with Katniss comedy gold and orders a celebratory drug cake

Katniss's closet

Peeta and Johanna are on break from their drug providership duties, they banter as Katniss is alone in the closet, Katniss loses her pearl, which prompts her to try to escape 13 for the woods, she is captured, and brought back to 13, she makes a scene and is chased to her room a guard is posted to prevent her from escaping.

Katniss screams Peeta's name and has horrific nightmares. Peeta is selling drugs to a family next door and can hear it from there.

Prim expresses remorse for shutting out Katniss. Has Peeta relay a message to Katniss.

October 4 75 ADD

3 AM Dr Sarah Mary petitions to have Katniss removed from watch on at 3 Am, it was rejected.

In Katniss's room

5 AM

Katniss refuses to wake up Johanna has to pull her out by the legs, Katniss scratches Jo's face. Katniss remains in the room reading military manuals fixated with the plan to kill Snow.

5 AM

5:05 AM

Peeta brushes his teeth

5:30

Katniss has the schedule implanted into her wrist.

In cafeteria-breakfast

Katniss is not present in the cafeteria skipping breakfast and showing little interest in food

In hospital wing

4:30 To make Peeta see what he means to Katniss, Prim switches the usual strangulation tape with the extended version showing Haymitch revealing that Peeta and others have been rescued, and Katniss leaping with joy to the hospital wing. Prim claims she did it by accident In Training Center 42 Morning 6:00 Boggs pulls Katniss aside to speak with her privately and gives Katniss a written threat by Coin to institutionalize her and ban her from military activity should she fail in her rotation..

6:05 Peeta's shocked that Katniss is back, he first thinks of shooting her legs like he did with Gale, to have her removed but when Katniss causes him to doubt his ability to wound but not kill his episode worsens he resorts to dropping his gun and biting his own hand to avoid shooting her. His death looks like its coming nearer and nearer as he vomits, and convulses in pain. Peeta later begs Katniss to be knocked out but the incapacitator is broken. Peeta then first urges Katniss to shoot him before he murders the squad before making an attempt on his life. Katniss stops him from doing it, and urges him to kill her putting his hands to his throat, Peeta acting out of muscle memory caresses the spots where his fingers bruised her. Katniss hopes he will snap her throat, she wants him to do it before killing himself When he tries to disengage, Katniss takes his hands, Handholding scene, this calms him down. Katniss takes Peeta's gun, runs fast and gives it to Boggs. She also bandages Peeta's hand. When Peeta is confused why she didn't allow him to die, when she had no problem doing so in the arena, Katniss insists they aren't enemies and never were. She refuses Peeta's continued requests for deaths and refuses to tell him why she refused to let him go now.

Peeta's episode is marked by physical morbidity, headaches, biting his hand till it bleeds, convulsions, shaking, sweating. The secret police do everything possible to ensure Katniss's death.

The training center is evacuated, and the heater is cordoned off, Katniss and Peeta are left to their fate.

Handholding scene Breaktime: Katniss to avoid Leeg, Tong and having to talk to Peeta, bolts back to bathroom after seeing Peeta reread his journal in a private space (by training center standards). Peeta is reading about how he wrote about wanting to keep his new memories safe in the journal. He also wrote how Katniss is a ghost, who with all the false information in his head might as well not even be real, and will never be real. Seeing Katniss bolt makes Peeta wonder out loud what is with her, Annie tells him that he is what is bothering her, they go to the bathroom. Katniss finds a secluded spot to hide from Leeg and Tong Tong and Leeg tell Peeta "catpiss" is a uncaring POS. They begin interviewing Peeta asking him who 'spawned Catpiss', about a hypothetical where Katniss is hijacked, Leeg and Tong call Katniss's body frail Peeta tells them about Lucy Grey Peeta tells Tong and Leeg that Katniss and Gale are the real star crossed lovers of district 12 Tong and Leeg express undying hatred of Katniss Gale appears and Peeta makes an attempt to thaw their relationship. Gale reveals that Katniss was never into him, but Peeta is the cause of Katniss's woes, and is going on a suicide mission because she can't live without him. Katniss stews in rage

Annie tells Peeta to talk to Katniss, and helps Peeta realize he can stop her from dying in the Capitol

Peeta confronts Katniss confused about his false beliefs about the night before the arena, he tells Katniss he will tell everyone what happened then. Katniss is forced to reveal the truth to him.

Peeta tries to apologize for the verbal abuse he gave to Katniss

in the 3rd 20-minute break, Peeta attempts to make conversation with Katniss on a variety of mundane subjects, Katniss hears about what Prim is up to.

Boggs pulls aside Peeta and Katniss with news, he will be doing basic training with squad 452 and will not be in the foresters basic training unit, until 6 months from October 4th, Katniss will be on the rotation and no one else for the entire day. Tong and Douglas Ford propose to Boggs that Peeta and others play the game real or not real, Boggs gets permission arguing that both Katniss and Peeta will be dead soon anyway, its good propo Johanna rejoins Squad 451 and will help all of Peeta's gang of insane torture victims. Squad 453 joins training center 42, the old gang from the Capitol human muttations lab is back together again, Violet Johnson "Katniss", Bruno Stone "Peeta", Sally Sail "Annie", Alex Fish "Finnick." Watches are assigned in case they blow up. Boggs instructs Katniss to keep Peeta apart from Bruno and Violet. Violetta Johnson and Bruno Stone try to drown Katniss Peeta shown videos of Katniss Violetta Johnson strangles Peeta and then Katniss, Private Cartright drives Violetta away from Katniss Katniss and Peeta shackled together to prevent further attacks by the Lou Lous. Boggs orders Katniss and Peeta to be in close distance to each other in case the Lou Lou's attack. (these are secret police orders) Peeta and Katniss attacked by D13 Thiacatone mutts, the camera team has them pose, and from the pipe a wasp is released who bites Peeta, Katniss sees all of Peeta's scars she is bitten by another wasp also released from the pipe. The door is old and they are trapped in, they must obey instructions from outside and figure out how to get out of the bathroom, they do this. . 10 AM training precinct cafeteria, heated argument over Katniss's plan to kill Snow ??Douglas Ford give Peeta, the Peeta locket he gave Katniss in the quell, he pretends to accept it but then gives her locket back. Ford gives them both recreational drugs Following this it is Boggs 36th birthday so they have a prom, Katniss and Peeta are both drunk. Katniss and Peeta share a lunch, Katniss refuses to eat so Peeta is ordered to get Katniss to not starve herself out of spite. He tries cajooling her, and an ASMR technique he knows about from therapy. It briefly works after many attempts. Katniss in fact did not eat that much. ?? Squads play real or not real 1:30 Katniss and Peeta wrestle each other for four hours

6 PM End of training

Peeta has post rotation therapy session after which is work. Peeta does research into getting a relative committed to a mental hospital.

Secret police anticipitate Katniss attempting to sneak on a hovercraft to kill Snow, and plan to bring before a magistrate and sentenced to 4 hours of humiliation in the stocks. Part of the plan is for Katniss to spend an hour in a secret police torture chamber Boggs breaks her out and she is sent to the regular stocks.

However she never ends up boarding the hovercraft but has a mental breakdown upon realizing that it's a failure, she makes a scene tries to go on a hover by force. But Leeg and Tong grab her and dunk her in toilets before she escapes and tries to do redacted to herself, she is brought to the mental hospital and locked in her cell.

10 PM Katniss is sent back to her room.

In the John Titus Recreational Providership

In conversation between Prim Peeta and Haymitch, about Katniss; Peeta learns or believes the reason given to Haymitch scratching Katniss and tells Peeta that he has been avoiding Katniss having given up on her. Prim yells at Haymitch for this . When Peeta asks why nothing was ever official, arguing that if she ever told Peeta that she loved him, the Capitol would have Jackered the hell out of the memory. Prim tells Peeta that Katniss never wanted to fall in love or have children, not wanting to end up like her mother. Fragments of memories of Katniss's starvation begin flooding into Peeta's mind, Prim confirms them to be true.

Katniss tries to threaten the Recreation center to not sell drugs to Prim, they deny giving anything hard to her, just candy, they also say that they will sale to whoever is cleared for recreational drugs.

Katniss tries to sneak on hovercraft to go kill Snow, she is caught and put in the public stocks.

In Katniss's Laundry pipe Peeta confronts Katniss over her plans to kill Snow

Peeta on the pretext of trying to sell her Cheese buns goes to persuade Katniss to abandon her plan to kill Snow. Noticing that Katniss is starving and wanting to make a peace offering to her, Peeta gives her seven fresh cheese buns on the way out.

Peeta leaves with plans to go to Coin and advocate for Katniss to be removed from Squad 451 on mental health grounds later that night. But he first has to first collect some hallucinogenic mushrooms. Peeta requests the recreational center give him a short break for an important meeting with Coin a matter of life and death, but his request is denied on the grounds that Coin is busy and that the matter of Katniss's plan will have to wait, he reluctantly departs.

Katniss tries to kill herself is stopped by the armed guard and placed under house arrest.

Forests of District 13 Peeta is sent by the providership to collect mushrooms. He is given a drink for the trip; it was modified by the secret police to make him sleepy. He drinks it once he arrives to the mushrooms. Peeta is knocked out. When the Providership requests to send someone to the forest to find him they are stonewalled and their requests denied Peeta is moved a mile east of where this took place, to a bed Snow roses, taken from the scientific labs of District 13, and made from the roses Snow sent Katniss. The dead body of an avox killed in battle in two, is put next to Peeta now unconscious, the secret police paint Peeta in the Avoxes blood. Dead animals are put around the flower patch, and a fake jabberjay drone that repeats Snow saying "welcome home Peeta" is prepared for when Peeta is woken up by the drone strike.

October 5 75 ADD INTO THE ARENA

Coin has Katniss dragged to her office and claims that Peeta is missing and has passed out in the forest, the capitol is sending mutts, and he is in danger, Katniss is ordered to lead squad 231 to rescue him.The story is so transparent to Katniss who realizes that this is an arena built by Coin. The squad is wiped out by District 13 drones. Katniss continues to search for Peeta alone.

Peeta wakes up from a drone explosion just when Katniss finds him, he freaks out and begins swinging his axe. the drones are nearby, Katniss brings Peeta back to reality, triggered by the Jabberjays, and Snow roses. The Mockingjays repeat the words of Snow "Welcome home Peeta." They run and both shoot down the drones which are low in altitude to search through the underbrush

They escape district 13

Coin bombs all the victors villages and blames the Capitol

#everlark #the hunger games #peeta mellark #katniss and peeta #thg katniss #suzanne collins #katniss everdeen #mockingjay #thg #a mutts worth

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anotheroceanid · 6 months ago

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Peek on Chapter 8 of WTHB YAAAAyyy + map update (I hope I picked the right one because I saved many wip versions, if that’s the case shame on me, I’m sleepy)

Chris Rodriguez, son of Hermes, reporting from the Great City of Perses.

‘Here in the Great City, coastal fogs have offered limited relief from rising temperatures, yet brackish water contamination remains a pressing issue. Desalination efforts, led by Lady Rhode and Lord Triton, are underway. Pray for them and pay your sacrifices. By midweek, dust storms are expected to intensify—residents are advised to seal shelters and stay indoors. For undetermined time, the gates of Perses will remain closed. Water and food distribution points are operational in the gates of the Great City. Stricter border controls are now in effect, with increased penalties for smuggling. Queen Annabeth of Perses and Queen Clarisse of Perses remind the civilians that the ruins of pre-collapse cities are unstable and dangerous. Scavenging is strictly prohibited for civilians. Report suspicious activity immediately.’

Butch Walker, son of Iris, reporting from the City of Loukas.

‘People of Loukas, the wildfire risk remains critical due to prolonged drought. Avoid the western forests—fire containment efforts are ongoing. Dew collection and mountain streams are essential water sources. Temples in the City of Loukas will distribute water this week. Travel in groups and stick to marked roads. Herbal remedies are available at the Temple of Apollo, and quarantine facilities remain operational. Irrigation repairs in the foothills are underway, and workers are needed and extra supplies will be offered to volunteers—report to the Temple of Hephaestus. A caravan was ambushed near the Loukas border. Bandits are active in the area. Dangerous groups are active in rural areas, with kidnappings reported. Avoid unregulated trade and remote locations. Civilians are advised to avoid the region unless absolutely necessary.’

Valentina Díaz, daughter of Aphrodite, reporting from the City of Apollonia.

‘Extreme heat and humidity will continue, especially near the coastal areas of Apollonia. Saltwater intrusion has rendered many freshwater sources unusable. Residents are urged to prioritize hydration and avoid prolonged exposure during peak daylight hours. A new strain of blight is affecting crops. Infected fields must be burned—report outbreaks to local enforcers. Food shipments have been delayed due to cult interference. Ration carefully until the next distribution of food. In regard to prior conflicts in the countryside, Queen Katie of Apollonia has banned unlicensed religious gatherings and announced a rural curfew to combat cult activity. Violators will be detained. Apollonia’s military is recruiting for border patrols against illegal groups and monster suppression units. Enlistment offers steady rations, shelter, and protection for families.’

Alice Miyazawa, daughter of Hermes, reporting from the City of Hephaestia.

‘Severe dust storms are expected to continue in West Hephaestia for the entire week. Sandstorms have damaged critical infrastructure—repairs are delayed. In East Hephaestia, military rations are prioritized due to food shortages. Civilian trade is permitted at regulated markets. Water theft is punishable by law. The eastern border with the Lost Lands is off-limits—toxic flora and monster activity make it a no-go zone. The Niobrara River remains a hazardous water source due to increased activity of animals affected by Dionysus’ Delight. Infected deer have been sighted near the Niobrara River—do not approach or consume them. People who disappeared near the Lost Lands will not be searched for. Repeating: Do not eat infected animals and do not cross the borders with the Lost Lands, or you’ll be as good as dead. Queen Miranda of Hephaestia has announced a draft for border patrols. Conscription notices will be issued this week by Connor Stoll.’

‘Sherman Yang, son of Ares, reporting from the City of Silenus.’

‘Rolling dust storms dominate the region, exacerbating water scarcity. The Red River is unstable, with monster activity reported along its banks. A fungal infection has been reported—symptoms include skin lesions and respiratory distress. Isolate and report cases immediately. The borders of the City of Silenus will remain closed for newcomers until further notice. Queen Piper of Silenus has declared martial law in the eastern territories due to increased monster activity; it's expected to last until the Summer Solstice. A reminder that the Wild Territory must be respected, and crimes committed against the Nature Spirits are beyond our jurisdiction.’

General Updates, reported by Chris Rodriguez of Perses.

‘Markets in larger settlements remain operational in the Eastern Territory. Food, ammunition, and essential supplies are available. Celestial bronze and Imperial gold distribution is strictly controlled by the government. Unauthorized possession or sale is punishable by law. Do not engage with any black-market activity. Report them to local enforcers immediately, especially if they’re using humans as currency.’

‘Travel in groups at all times. Women and children are vulnerable and must not travel alone. Night travel is discouraged, you never know how long it could last. All individuals must carry weapons for self-defense. Once again, Celestial bronze and Imperial gold weapons must be registered in one of the Five Cities. Failure to comply will result in confiscation and penalties. Activities of the Greek Railroads will be postponed due to the weather. Those affected can present their tickets in the nearer station and your travel will be rescheduled or reimbursed.’

‘Water is your most critical resource. Boil all water twice before consumption to eliminate contaminants. Avoid stagnant sources at all costs, specially from pre-collapse urban areas. You can collect dew using cloth—wring it into a container for drinking. If no other options are available, dig shallow pits in dry riverbeds to access groundwater. Line these pits with stones to filter out sediment.’

‘Your shelter must be secure. Seal all entry points with packed earth and cloth to keep out dust and debris, but also unwanted visitors, human or not. Stay indoors during storms. If you find yourself without permanent shelter, construct temporary structures in shaded areas using branches and leaves. Around settlements, clear dry vegetation to create firebreaks and reduce the risk of wildfires. As a last resource, caves can offer shelter in emergencies, but be mindful of wildlife, air quality, and dampness. Ensure it’s safe, check for water, and stay warm. Do not go too deep within a cave.’

‘Health is fragile in the conditions we’re living through. Use damp cloths to cool down during peak heat, and seek shade whenever possible. Avoid foraging in lowlands—toxic plants are widespread and deadly. If you must test unfamiliar flora, apply it to your skin first. Store all food in sealed containers to protect it from rodents and insects. If someone falls ill, isolate them immediately and report their symptoms to quarantine authorities.’

‘Security is non-negotiable. Ruins are structural hazards and infested with criminals—avoid them entirely. Always carry weapons and establish watch rotations in your settlements. Cults and human trafficking are a growing threat. At all costs, do not travel alone, especially after dark. Refuse food, water, or gifts from strangers—these are often used to gain trust. Avoid remote areas and unmarked roads, as criminals frequently set ambushes in these locations. Keep your children under your watch at all times.’

‘Spread the news in the countryside. Protect your families. Stay safe. I hope to talk to you next week.’

PRESENT TIME

OLD CHICAGO, WEST HEPHAESTIA TERRITORY

Before the TV went black, the symbol of the Talaria showed up, before they went back to the torturing screeching sound before it was turned off. About one thing, Medea was absolutely right: the news channel was depressing. Good thing it only aired once every sunday—those were horrid fifteen minutes.

‘What a waste of the little electricity we still have…’ Percy heard her hostess mutter.

#WTHB fic #the post apocalypse is apocalypsing #like 90 percent of this world just works because Leo is very inventive #my boy is carrying the Greeks in his back and yall have no idea how much #he’ll give atlas a run for his money #I might be leo’s number 1 fan #I probably love Leo more than Rick does #you will see

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takemetomyfragiledreams · 9 months ago

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Little excerpt from a fic I started way back and have never gotten around to finishing. I really love it though and wanted to show some of the dynamic going on between Arkham Knight!Jason and Joker Junior!Tim:

Jason stares at the corpse laid out on his doorstep. It’s as if a cat has deemed him worthy enough to bring back its kill, except Jason doesn’t even have a cat, let alone one big enough to kill and drag a man up six flights of stairs.

Really, this is just getting ridiculous.

There’s a bloody smile painted onto the man’s face and a note taped to his chest. Jason yanks it free to glare at the neat script.

What do you name a knight that won’t die? Sir Vivor.

For a moment, he can’t process what he’s seeing. He flips the paper over in search of further writing, but there’s nothing. Just a stupid smiley face and that same neat handwriting staring back at him.

Is that a threat? Up until now his mystery killer has been malevolent to Clown lovers only. Are they widening their pool?

They know where he lives—or at least, they know of one of his safe houses. Are they watching him right now, trying to make him squirm?

He casts his gaze around, lip curled back into a bitter snarl. They’ll learn the hard way that he doesn’t squirm. Hasn’t since he was left in the Clown’s hands.

He forces himself to keep the paper despite his desire to rip it to shreds. A solid kick is landed to the corpse’s ribs as he lets out a vicious curse. His comm crackles to life with a touch of his hand.

“I need a body pickup,” he barks, “and a full scan of my location. Anybody suspicious found lurking around is to be detained.”

He doesn’t give time for a response. He shuts the line off with a sharp twist of his wrist before turning on his heel to stomp away, paper clutched tight in his fist. Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself to do. It’s the smart thing. There could be an ambush inside; it wouldn’t be the first time. He has better things to do than bother with some asshole’s idea of a practical joke.

Except someone decided to wet his doorstep with blood. And Jason’s pissed.

His leg swings up to smash his own door down in three hard kicks. He can feel the contact reverberate up his leg but it doesn’t stop him. His own alarm starts to wail before he reaches up to throw the small shrapnel bombs above the door into the kitchen and living room respectively. They go off in a shower of razor sharp metal, piercing through furniture and embedding into the walls.

Jason pulls a gun and stalks inside.

“Geez,” someone says from the hall leading into his bedroom. The angle was off or he would have thrown one of the bombs that way too. “If ya hate the place so much, ya could just sell it. No need to go around vandalizin’ property, yanno?”

“Get out here,” Jason barks, “and keep your hands where I can see them, asshole. You’re lucky I didn’t blow the whole place up with you inside.”

There’s a quiet little giggle that sends a chill down Jason’s spine. He’s trying to figure out why it sounds so familiar when a small figure steps out into the light, hands held up by his head. He’s wearing what looks like a kevlar bodysuit with an actual suit jacket overtop that looks like it’s seen better days. An arm and half of the side has been ripped off entirely, while the pants are nowhere to be seen. Thick soled boots cover his legs from slender ankles to muscled thighs. There are belts hanging from his waist and chest, connected to several different holsters. There’s a machine gun strapped to his back, what looks like a modified pistol with a silencer on his thigh and an assortment of knives on his arm. And that’s just what Jason can see.

It’s the smile that gives it away though. Crooked and stretched around the scar tissue cutting up through his cheeks. Just like the smiles on the bodies of the Joker’s goons.

“You,” Jason breathes, “you’re the one that’s been leaving bodies around the city.”

“I would hardly say ��m the only one,” comes the mild response. “You leave bodies behind almost every day.”

“And yet you decided it was a good idea to break into one of my safe houses. Why?”

“I wanted to meet you.”

“What?”

He grins and gives a little wiggle of his fingers, like a mockery of a wave. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I even saw ya fly a few times, back when ya still had a shadow. I wanted t’ meet you now, to see if yer still the same.”

There’s only one shadow he could mean. It belongs to someone he’s been doing his best not to think about for months now. Instead, he focuses on the strange rise and fall of the stranger’s accent. It doesn’t sound natural. It’s as if every other sentence his brain catches up and realizes what he’s doing. Jason just can’t decide which one is the truth: the careless syllables or the posh upper crust accent.

“Why now?”

“I only got out recently—couldn’t come see ya, even if I tried. And then I got up ‘ere and saw those idiots dressed as clowns,” a dark look crosses his face. His smile turns sharper, more dangerous, but it doesn’t fade. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“You were in Arkham?”

“Something like that.”

Jason doesn’t remember anyone like him visiting the cell he was kept in. Judging by his kills, he could’ve been on bad terms with the Clown. Then again, the Joker had run Arkham. If someone he didn’t like came in, they didn’t last very long.

Jason doesn’t lower his gun.

“Who are you?”

For the first time, the smile disappears. His head tilts to the side like a bird. “Who am I?” He repeats. “I don’t really know.”

Jason scoffs. “Bad place to come to find yourself, kid.”

Another giggle raises the hairs at the back of his neck. “I lost myself a long time ago, Jason. I’m not looking anymore.”

His name sends a chill down his twisted spine but Jason gives no outward signs of just how unsettled he is. “That doesn’t give me much of a reason to let you live.”

“No, I suppose not.” His hands drop to his sides as he moves to examine the shrapnel embedded into the wall. He pokes at a sharp edge carelessly, though his gloves hide any blood. He makes no sign of caring about the gun trained on his head.

It’s really starting to piss Jason off. An unintimidated enemy is either stupid or has something up their sleeve. He’s not banking on stupid.

“Tim,” he finally says, “that’s what my name was Before.”

“Tim,” Jason echoes, “get the fuck out of my house.”

There’s a grin and a giggle and then he’s gone in a rain of smoke pellets. Jason waves it away from his face with a cough and wonders if he shouldn’t’ve just shot the bastard anyways.

#jaytim #jaytim fanfic #i really need to finish this some day bc I do love this fic #i just have so much other stuff i'm working on as is #kayla talks #my writing #arkham knight!jason #joker junior tim drake #wip talk #fic: the creation is not the creator

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argumate · 4 months ago

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A growing trove of evidence detailing the final moments of the first responders has blown apart the Israel Defense Forces’ (IDF) initial narrative of what unfolded that day, in which it claimed without offering evidence that some vehicles were moving suspiciously without headlights or flashing lights toward the Israeli troops and that members of the emergency teams were militants.

A CNN review of video capturing the gunfire, photos and satellite imagery of the site, along with interviews with forensic experts and family members provides a detailed account of the Israeli military’s targeting and burial of clearly marked rescue crews from the Palestinian Red Crescent Society, Civil Defense, and the United Nations. A CNN interview with a survivor of the attack and exclusive audio from a medical worker recorded in his final moments also contradict Israel’s account.

The IDF said it had begun re-investigating the incident after footage emerged Friday showing ambulances and a fire truck traveling with their emergency signal lights on. After being briefed on the preliminary inquiry, the IDF Chief of Staff on Monday ordered the initial inquiry be “pursued in greater depth” through an “investigation mechanism” and completed within days. The video, first published by The New York Times, was obtained by CNN from the PRCS.

“All the claims raised regarding the incident will be examined through the mechanism and presented in a detailed and thorough manner for a decision on how to handle the event,” the IDF said in a statement Monday.

According to an Israeli military official, troops from a brigade that had set up an ambush opened fire on the emergency crews that morning, after intelligence had deemed their movements “suspicious,” and believed they had successfully carried out an attack on Hamas and Palestinian Islamic Jihad militants.

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An Israeli military official said the troops shot at a vehicle at 4 a.m., killing two individuals and detaining another, all of whom the IDF claimed without providing evidence were Hamas security officials. The official also denied that the vehicle was an ambulance or that the individuals were uniformed paramedics. Abed, who said he was released later that day from Israeli custody after the military checked his records, rejects those claims.

Once communication with Abed’s crew was lost, PRCS dispatched additional ambulances alongside Civil Defense vehicles to check on the missing team.

However, the support crews would meet the same, grim fate. A newly released video discovered on the phone of one of the 15 deceased ambulance and relief team members captured their final moments before being killed by the Israeli military.

The video is filmed from the front of a vehicle and shows a convoy of clearly marked ambulances moving along a road at dawn, with headlights and flashing emergency lights on.

The video shows the convoy stopping when it comes across another vehicle that had seemingly crashed into a power pole on the side of the road. Dr. Younis Al-Khatib, president of the PRCS, confirmed in a press briefing on Monday that the vehicle seen in the footage was one of the agency’s ambulances.

Two of the rescuers seen in the footage getting out of the vehicles are wearing reflective, PRCS emergency responder uniforms. A fire truck and an ambulance at the scene are marked with the PRCS insignia.

Almost immediately there is intense gunfire, which can be heard hitting the convoy. The video ends, but the audio continues for five minutes.

bloody hell, at this point sending an ambulance out in Gaza to get blown to pieces by the IDF is like the guy who was essentially feeding pet cats to coyotes, at some point you have to consider every death in Gaza to be the deliberate murder of civilians.

(CNN)

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mtnman451 · 1 month ago

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Thought for the day 7/9/25:

A few short weeks ago a man assassinated a Minnesota Lawmaker and her husband and wounded another Minnesota Lawmaker in two back-to-back shootings that Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz called an "act of targeted political violence."

However, on July 4th our country's Independence Day 10, assailants ambushed ICE agents at an ICE Facility in Texas and WHAT do we hear from Democrats on that? Nothing but the sound of Crickets.

It would be nice if Democrats could be the least bit consistent on their messaging.

#politics #us politics #democrats #democratic party #democrats will destroy america and will not stop until they do

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messyemmy · 1 year ago

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Red Herring- Harry Styles x Reader.

[Premise: Harry might just be the pettiest of assassins.]

Word Count: 2.3k.

Warnings: Violence, weapons, death, angst, 3rd person.

Other Writing

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Hair ruffled, tuxedo dishevelled, Harry is a sight for sore eyes. He really does look like the consequences of a mission gone awry.

Things had gone from zero to a hundred in such a blinding commotion that as soon as it had started, it was over. He hadn’t the time to even process the fact that death had just been on his doorstep, ambushed and beaten from every which way as he did anything possible to defend the blows of at least four assailants.

If it weren’t for Her showing up, his body already been detained, forced to his knees as a masked man pressed his forearm along Harry’s neck and squeezed it in place, choking tight, lagging his vision and causing his eyes to bulge with panic- there is almost no chance that Harry would have walked away in one piece.

Like the holiest of angels, she had floated into his line of vision, which was now so blurry that he saw double- left eyelid threatening to swell shut- an amorous apparition beaming as if a spotlight shone from above, twinkling along with the stars, and Harry couldn’t decipher if she were another dream conjured up by his lovesick mind- definitely not out of the ordinary- it’s only as she neared and the blinding white light morphed into a satin white ballgown, wrapped around her statuesque figure, that Harry feels certain of her existence.

And then things became a stampede of feet stomping, Harry still restricted and unable to see past the mess of curls and blood now dripping down his brows, covering almost all visibility as he was forced to stay put and hope for the best- the last thing he would ever want- whilst the group black-suited men fumbled around in defence, attempting with all might to eradicate the two problems at hand.

Though valiant, the pack of assassins lose momentum along the way, and as Harry is finally able to twist loose of the weakened grip of the man keeping him bound in place, he quickly uses his full body force to completely free himself and immediately throws his strength into incapacitating the threat breathing beneath him.

But the ear-shattering crack of a gun going off had Harry’s heart freezing over with fright, immediately expecting the worst. He could only chance a split second, glancing over at the attack ensuing to his right, just as one of the men hit the floor with a thud.

Increasingly impressed by the woman effortlessly holding her own, Harry returns his attention to the man unsuccessfully wriggling against his hold.

He had hoped he wouldn’t need the thin blade neatly tucked away in his inner blazer pocket. Still, as the assailant struggled and beneath him, furiously flailing, Harry knew that it had to be done, his palm reaching into the secret pocket of his blazer, drawing the weapon, aiming and thrusting it into the man's chest until the myriad of moans and gurgling slows and then silences all together, his body stiffening beneath Harry’s own.

Panting over the corpse, another brute hits the floor, the softest and swiftest of bullets finding a home in his skull, and Harry can’t look away as his angel hardly bats an eye, re-cocking the gun- he knows it’s not her usual choice of weaponry- as she saunters over to the last man standing, stopping his chance of charging over by tapping the trigger, watching emotionlessly as the minutest bullet thunders over and lodges into his heart.

And just like that, the threat of death has dissipated and Harry can finally take a proper breath, still panting over the man’s stiffened body. With sudden overwhelming relief, his entire body starts to ache, his head throbbing, injuries ready to render him to the floor in the hopes of recovery.

Nothing in the world could have convinced him to move- well, nothing but the gut-punching sound of high heels wedging themselves into the scattered stones, singing like clinking marbles as they not only picked up the pace but started to patter into the distant darkness- away from Harry’s crouched figure.

Back on his feet in a flash, patting down his clothing attire, Harry’is bowtie is long gone, his dress shirt torn and missing several buttons, his pants ripped along the thigh from a blunt blade, and his shoes are scuffed and covered in dust as he leaves the drama behind him and makes a break up the hill. Why? Well, to confront his knight in shining armour, of course.

Harry almost trips over several dislodged rocks and snapped damp tree branches as he blindly chases her through the dark of night. He thinks back to the six-inch stilettos she’s still wearing, the same heels that pressed into an unknown assailant's pelvis mere minutes ago. How the hell is she moving so fast?

It doesn’t help that his left knee is busted, bruising with each step. A kick to the hip results in a dull throb, and even though he has hardly caught his breath, his chest as thirsty as his brain, Harry follows after her, trying to garner her attention through his gritted teeth,

“Hey!” He can hear the leaves rustling as her pace increases. Harry tries to do the same, calling out with all the energy left to muster, “Hey!”

She spins on her heels, neck-snapping to meet her shoulder with such speed that it nearly results in whiplash, strands of hair wisping in the wind. Face furrowed in a frown, she wants to be anywhere but here,

“Leave me alone.”

Harry feels such shock that he stumbles on his own steps, barely able to stop himself from falling at her feet. He thinks she’d probably love that- it would definitely have her blood rushing with dominance. But, she needs no more dominance, this ‘incident’ was more than enough to prove her power for years to come.

She lets him wander over but doesn’t know why. His perpetual need to poke and prod was something that couldn’t be countered, let alone dismissed. She had already fucked up, majorly, what compels her to believe this would be any better?

As Harry finally finds his footing and gets close enough that they can study one another’s rage-fueled scowls, his stomach rumbles with frustrated ruminating confusion.

The volcanic heat bound between their chest threatens to erupt and douse their companionship with raw hatred and a river of larva courses through Harry’s lungs and expels from his throat,

“Why did you do that?”

“Save you?”

“I had it under control.” Harry’s incredulity is so falsified that it infuriates her, and as fast as a whip, her almost bare back walks off once more, mockingly singing out,

“Sure looked like it when you were in that headlock.”

“I can take care of myself.” He defends. But she keeps moving, close to disappearing into vast nothingness, and once again Harry is trailing after her, “Hey!”

“What?” This time she stops for real, riddled with stress that pertains to Harry- and he just cannot help but make it worse. She needs him to leave.

Harry needs to say something before she does. His pointer finger cast her way with confused accusation, his grassy eyes doey, and blotchy purple bruises along the bags of his bottom lashes,

“You had no business interfering with my mission.”

“Jeez, sorry I saved your life.” Her arms are flailing in surrender.

“You really are one to talk.” He spits, taking a hearty step closer.

“Don’t go there.”

The life in her voice has left, and a discerning shift in seriousness causes a shiver to dance up Harry’s spine. He’s so angry, though- close to furious at her choices- all of them- and still, she will hardly give him her full attention.

Never even in his wildest of nightmares had Harry envisioned himself in this version of hell- the person he once knew better than he did himself is now the person who has the task of killing him. At the least, it’s disappointing, and at the most, his heart is so shattered that heaven itself could not heal his damage.

“They practically did your job for you.” He’s yearning to yell, to let the whole world know how weird and wrong this all was, “You chose to stop them.”

“It doesn’t mean anything.” Her head shakes with stubborn denial, gearing up to turn away from him.

“Oh, fuck off. It does.” He’s hot on her heels.

She stops as quickly as she started and Harry hasn't the time to do the same, his sternum nearly bumping into her shoulder. Ignores their chests crashing together, pushing apart, pretending it means nothing to be this close to him again,

“Let me get this straight, you would have preferred it if I had let them kill you?”

“It would have saved you the bullets, no?” He’s not wrong.

“No, Harry.” Palm pressed to her forehead with sorrow, “That’s not how it works.”

“Oh, so now you want to follow procedure?” He cannot recall a time that they had ever played by the rules.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She shudders at the mere thought of their deep-rooted relationship; the first of many rules broken, and the only reason the two of them stand here, faces reddened and glistening under the moonlight.

Harry swears he feels her skin prickle at the mention of their messily perfect relationship, and he can’t stop the paralysing shiver that skates up along his spine as his head stays bowed, glaring down at her,

“Christ, at least buy a man some dinner before you take a hit out on him-”

“I’ve bought you dinner on several occasions-”

“And you still took out the hit.”

Stomach dropping and splatting against the gravel, all of the blushing blood drains from her features, leaving her with a loss of energy, of deep emptiness. Stepping- stumbling- back, she builds the distance with fatigued frigidity,

“Harry, I’m warning you. Leave me alone.”

“No.” Harry’s foot almost stops with lividity.

This only increases the imminent eruption of fury that she so desperately wishes to spew his way, and they both know that there is hardly a way to stop Harry when he’s determined, so she walks away with dismissal, muttering just loud enough,

“You’re so fucking childish.”

“Me? What you did was childish!”

“I don’t think you understand the meaning of ‘leave me alone’.”

Harry will be damned if she thought he’d ever give up so easily- it’s not like he hadn’t been desperately trying to track her down for three weeks. Heart hurting, headache splitting, his neediness boiling over, he won’t stop until she explains herself,

“I want to know why.”

“The hit was set, Harry.” She howls into the void, back still turned, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “I took the job so nobody else would.”

She works overtime to keep her weakened voice from wobbling with each word, and if Harry were even a smidge wiser, he would have let her explain. His wisdom is dwindling though,

“That doesn’t-”

“I planned to avoid you for the rest of my life.”

Harry feels sick- sicker than sick- his heart drops to his stomach, where it is swallowed whole and thuds tirelessly, nausea travelling up to his throat, bile burning and poisoning his larynx. He can only stare blankly, lips beginning to babble like a thirsty fish, his tongue sticking to his sandpaper gums.

His cluelessness is crippling her ability to maintain calmness, each dumbfounded blink makes total destruction the only thing on her mind.

Without hesitation, she takes the largest of steps forward, her shoe-clad toes scraping against his own as her hand reaches up, and bunches a fistful of his cotton shirt collar, tugging Harry down to meet her scowl.

He can feel her enranged, and breathy exhale fan across his features, her glare so icy that Harry worries he may turn to stone if he gazes a moment more. With sharp polished nails scraping and almost puncturing the skin protecting his jugular.

“For fucks sake, H. Be smart for a change and leave me alone.”

“Or what?” He challenges and leans in, jaw brushing along her hairline like old times- though the compassion so true to her core is long deceased and decays the closer he comes.

But what frightens him to the point of utter seriousness is the sudden pressure of steel pushing into his left side, settling over his organs just as the familiar click of a pistol cocking warns Harry that things are quickly crumbling into dangerous territory. Especially when she loses all love and says,

“Let me get this through your thick skull,” The barrel pressing deeper, “If I see you again, I will shoot you on site.”

She releases him and doesn’t bother to grant even a small glance as if he were a mere stranger who had threatened her existence. Harry doesn’t follow, she wouldn’t care if he did, and he’s smart enough to know where he stands now.

There is a swell of staling energy that holds the place in which she once stood, vibrating vicious electricity all through his body, coursing and singeing his vitals as she slips into the forest and possibly out of his life for good- he would welcome death in exchange for seeing her once more.

The one thing he could at least do for her- think smart- was an improbability because Harry had already made a huge mistake… Massive.

How in the hell is he gonna tell her that his heartache had gotten the best of him- that he had done the worst thing imaginable?

What’s the best way to break the news, ‘Hey, I hope you don’t mind but my feelings were really hurt so I retaliated and took a hit out on you too’? That will go down swimmingly…

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