#commander gat

[masschase]

I only realised the other day that all of Casey's bestest besties are guys 🤔

[girlactionfigure]

The three police officers killed in this morning's shooting attack in the southern West Bank are named as Ch. Insp. Arik Ben Eliyahu, 37, Command Sgt. Maj. Hadas Branch, 53, and First Sgt. Roni Shakuri, 61.

Ben Eliyahu, from Kiryat Gat, is survived by his wife and three children. 

Branch, from Sde Moshe, is survived by her husband, three children, and a granddaughter.

Shakuri, from Sderot, is survived by his wife, a daughter, and a granddaughter. 

Shakuri's daughter, First Sgt. Mor Shakuri, was killed battling Hamas terrorists trying to take over the Sderot police station on October 7.

[sweetbutpsychobutsweet]

I Wasn't Completely Nude

Chapter 2

Thorin Oakenshield x AFAB!Reader

Summary: You and the company are off to reclaim Erebor. But how long will you and Thorin be able to last until you're back at each other's throats?

Warnings: angst, implied sex work, no use of y/n

author's note: I already wrote the first 8-9 chapters of this series so there will be a lot of frequent updates while I'm editing those!

Word count: 1506

The sun has barely started to rise over the hills of the shire when you are awoken by a gentle shake to your shoulder.

 “Rise and shine, lass,” Dwalin’s voice pulls you further from sleep.

You groan and pull the blanket over your head. Your head is pounding from the ale and you’d love nothing better to slip into a death-like sleep for at least another week. 

Unfortunately, the leader of your company has other plans for you.

“If you aren’t ready in the next five minutes we’re leaving without you,” Thorin calls.

You peek your head out from under the blanket to see him packing his things back into his bag. “Everyone else is already up,” he glares at you.

You shove the blanket onto the floor and reach your arms up overhead in a good morning stretch. “Yeah well, not everyone else drank their entire body weight in alcohol last night.” 

“No one asked you to do that,” he reminds you with a grunt.

“Well if you’re going to spend the entire journey to Erebor talking down to me like that, I think I’m going to need a lot more alcohol in my system.”

“If you’re going to have a problem with being under my command, you are more than welcome to stay behind with Master Baggins.” He reminds you. 

You push yourself to your feet ready to tell him exactly what he can do with his command, when Balin appears between the two of you before you can continue. 

“Honestly you two, we haven’t even stepped foot on the road yet and you’re already at each other’s throats!” Balin redirects Thorin’s attention to going over the map again in the dining room before you can continue bickering.

You let out a huff of annoyance as you stomp off to the spare room to change clothes. 

You are determined to not let Thorin’s presence distract you from the excitement of being able to wear pants again. Of course, your mother never let you wear anything other than dresses growing up, and although your dwarven blood has always drawn you to all things sparkly and beautiful, you have always been a warrior at heart.

Fighting in a dress, while not impossible, is both impractical and extremely frustrating. When you aren’t working or traveling you try and wear them as often as you can. Traveling as a woman wearing anything other than a dress and corset attracts too much unwanted attention to make the freedom of movement worth it. 

But you figured traveling with a company of 13 dwarves and a wizard was already going to make you stick out, so you might as well be dressed for the fights that will inevitably be waiting for you.

You sigh in relief as you finish unlacing the corset, slipping it and your dress into your pack for now. You replace it with a form-fitting pair of trousers, a flowy blouse, and some comfortable riding boots. You decide to let your hair hang down around your shoulders for now, the braided strands by your face keeping it out of the way enough for now. 

There are still a few hunks of bread and fruit left in the pantry for you to munch on while gathering up the last of your things from the hobbit’s home. You regret that you aren’t able to thank your host before stepping out the front door but after last night's excitement and the early hour, he must be dead asleep.

Your pony, Onyx, is waiting for you outside, whimpering happily when she sees you approaching. You whisper sweetly to her as you stroke her mane, letting her nibble on some of the fruit you set aside for her.

She is a beautiful creature, with a strong frame and hair as dark as the night. If it weren’t for her small stature and sweet disposition you’d think she had galloped right out of hell’s gate. You pat her side affectionately as you start securing your things to her saddle. 

You feel a pair of eyes on you and you turn slightly to look over your shoulder at Thorin, who is openly staring at the curve of your rear in the pants.

He abruptly turns away when he sees that you’ve caught him staring. And it suddenly occurs to you how long it’s been since he’s seen you in pants, since the battle at Moria, where his grandfather, your King, Thror, was lost. But even then you had been wearing heavy layers of Dwarvan armor. Unlike now, where only a few layers of fabric cling to your form, revealing the silhouette of your curves.

You slowly bend over at the waist, pretending to fix the laces on your boot with a wicked smile on your face. You could swear you hear his jaw clenching behind you. It would seem you’ve found a way to pass the time on the road. 

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Despite the nip in the air, you decide to forego wearing a cloak. Preferring instead to feel the air whispering against your skin and running through your hair. Even as the rain starts pouring down above you, you ride on. Despite the fact, that your white blouse is now completely soaked through, revealing your chemise underneath.

The other dwarves are very polite about it, if they notice they don’t stare or draw any attention to the amount of skin you now have on display. The same can’t be said of your leader.

You feel a heavy cloak gently come to rest on your shoulders and you turn to see Thorin has moved ahead to ride beside you.

“I’m fine, thank you,” you say, pulling the warm furs off of you and handing them back to him.

“That wasn’t a request,” he replies curtly. Tossing the cloak back to you, more assertively this time. “I won’t have you catching cold and slowing down the entire company.”

You roll your eyes in annoyance and toss it back to him. “I appreciate your concern,” you reply, voice dripping with sarcasm, “but I’ll be fine, I don’t mind the rain.”

He grunts and picks up the cloak again. “If you try and hand that to me one more time I’m going to let it fall in the mud,” you warn him. 

He believes you, of course, but isn’t ready to let it go. He growls your name in a low warning. You keep your eyes directly on the road ahead, pretending to be completely oblivious to his frustration.

“I can see your underclothes,” he whispers as if you didn’t already know. You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly. Giving Onyx a gentle kick to pick up the pace, but Thorin stays right alongside you.

“I can see your breasts,” he elaborates. Again you shrug, and that only seems to irritate him more. 

“Just be glad I’m not making you pay for it, how do you think I made a living all these years?” you tell him with a wink. He looks at you in confusion for a moment, before it all clicks. 

“Did you? Are you a?” you laugh at the panic in his eyes.

“Oh relax, it’s not what you think. I was just a dancer. I kept my clothes on. Most of them anyways…” The legendary Thorin Oakenshield is left speechless as he stares at you with eyes wide, before narrowing them at you in annoyance.

“I went to great lengths to ensure you wouldn’t ever have to do anything like that. And you’re telling me you just threw it all away to dance naked in front of countless men for money?” you scoff at his accusation. It’s true that he secured you a respectable job in a quiet town and a long term room at an inn, but only so he could leave you behind to continue on with the rest of your kin. With a few halfhearted excuses and harsh words he turned his back on you when you needed him the most. He had been your closet friend, the one person you trusted most in all of middle earth and he let his pride get the better of him. All you had left after you watched him ride off towards the blue mountains that day, was a heavy grief and a burning anger that has never fully extinguished. 

“Were you even listening? I said I wasn’t completely nude. And don’t pretend like you made some big sacrifice for my benefit. You went to those great lengths just so you wouldn’t have to put up with me anymore.” you snap.

You wait for him to counter with a jab of his own but it never comes. 

When you look over at him he’s looking back at you with a sad look on his face.

“Is that what you think?” he asks in a low whisper, “ that I was trying to get rid of you?”

You force yourself to look away from him. And this time when you urge Onyx further ahead of him, he lets you go.

Next Chapter

[dawnbreaker-mylove]

𝑨𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒂𝒘𝒏

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction of the game Love and Deepspace. Some characters are from the game, and some are original characters. The rituals and traditions aren't from any specific religion. If there are any similarities to real people, it's purely coincidental.

Warnings and A/N: Implications of rape and suicide. To me, this feels like a weak chapter, but I still hope you guys enjoy. (^3^)/ Everything is for the plot, trust. I also don't like the LI's doing evil things even for fanfiction.

‘The Dragons’

"Brother!" The man before you waved exuberantly at Zayne, his voice light with cheer. "It has been far too long. I’ve missed you!"

Zayne’s expression darkened as he stepped forward. "Release her, at once."

Rafayel sighed dramatically, though his mischievous smile remained intact. He let go of your wrist with exaggerated reluctance. "No need to shout, brother. Such temper." He flicked an imaginary speck of dust from his shoulder, then glanced back at Zayne. "How have you fared?"

Zayne’s eyes narrowed as he moved to stand in front of you, shielding you from the other god's persistent gaze. His presence felt protective, though his voice was sharp. "What brings you here, Rafayel?"

Feigning a look of innocent confusion, Rafayel tilted his head and pouted slightly. "One hundred years have passed. What else would I be doing here?"

A flicker of realization crossed Zayne’s face, his lips parting in a low mutter. "Already? Has it been so long?"

"Indeed," Rafayel said with a knowing nod, his tone far more serious than before. "The others are on their way. You should have been expecting us."

His gaze drifted back toward you, and a playful gleam lit up his eyes, as though he had found some new and unexpected entertainment. "And pray tell, where did you find this one?" His head tilted ever so slightly, appraising you openly. "You’ve never brought mortals into your domain before. Curious.”

“You speak as though I were some mere pet,” you murmured, but Zayne’s sharp glare silenced you before you could say more. Reluctantly, you bit your tongue, the unspoken words burning on your lips. Rafayel’s eyes twinkled with amusement as he crossed his arms, resting his chin lightly on his knuckles. “Such fire in this one,” he mused, his voice a lazy drawl. “Feisty for a mortal.”

Zayne’s expression darkened, his voice low and firm. “You will not speak to her.”

Before Rafayel could reply, a thunderous roar shook the air, causing you to freeze. Your eyes darted to the heavens, where a dragon with gleaming red and black scales coiled through the sky. The sheer presence of it struck a primal fear deep in your bones, something you couldn’t explain.

Zayne muttered a curse under his breath before leaning in close, his tone urgent but quiet. “Return to our chambers,” he commanded softly. The tension in his voice left no room for argument.

As the three of you stepped into the courtyard, your eyes were drawn to the figure standing by the jasmine tree—a man towering over both Zayne and Rafayel, his form imposing even at a distance. His long platinum hair shimmered like sunlight on water, and his broad shoulders were clad in the gleaming kaihō armor that only enhanced the severity of his already commanding presence.

Zayne bowed his head respectfully. “Brother Sylus.”

The man, Sylus, moved slowly, each step deliberate, and Zayne lifted his chin to meet his gaze. The air in the courtyard thickened with the weight of power, a force you instinctively knew was beyond human understanding. It was a power that did not tolerate weakness.

“Elder brother!” Rafayel called out with the same bright enthusiasm he’d shown earlier. “You’ve not changed—you look magnificent!”

Sylus did not acknowledge him, his crimson eyes fixed on Zayne, his voice a low rumble that seemed to reverberate through the earth itself. “Let’s make haste,” he said. “The dead do not like to wait.”

Three. Three of the four Dragons were gathered in the other room, their voices a murmur behind closed doors. Zayne had been quick to shield you from their sight, relief flickering in his eyes when Sylus didn’t notice your presence. He had told you to stay in your quarters, but curiosity gnawed at you. What could they be discussing? Why did they gather every hundred years?

Inside the room, the gods sat upon silk cushions, wind spirits gliding soundlessly around them, pouring tea into delicate porcelain cups. Zayne held his cup with both hands, sipping quietly, his eyes closed. Rafayel, ever restless, tapped his fingers on the wooden table, a rhythmic beat of impatience. Sylus, imposing and silent, sat with his arms crossed, a scowl etched deeply into his features. The tension in the air was palpable.

“What is keeping him?” Sylus’s deep voice cut through the quiet, frustration thick in his tone.

Rafayel shrugged, a lazy smile on his lips. “Perhaps he’s dozing off atop some cloud, or lying among the snowy peaks. It would not surprise me.”

“This is nonsense,” Sylus grumbled, throwing his hands in the air with a snort. “We all have duties.”

Rafayel cast him a sidelong glance, his lips curling mischievously. “Only you, brother. We are in no such hurry.”

Sylus’s crimson eyes darkened as they fell upon Rafayel, the silent threat evident in his gaze. Before the tension could snap, Zayne cleared his throat, lowering his cup to the table with a soft clink. “I’ll not have a blood feud ignited under my roof,” he said calmly, though his words carried the weight of command.

Sylus scoffed, though his arms returned to their crossed position, his voice gruff. “There would be no feud. A single strike is all it would take.”

Rafayel feigned offense, pressing a hand to his chest in mock outrage. “How uncouth. Should you attempt such a thing, I’ll have Father turn you back into the very rock from which you came.”

The origins of the Dragons had always been a source of amusement to you despite how divine it sounded to other people, especially their worshippers. To children, it was said that the Sun, in love with the Earth, blessed the stones she offered him, and they hatched into the Dragons. In truth, however, the story was far more crude. The Sun, in a moment of divine impulse, cast his seed upon the stones of the earth, and thus the eggs were formed. From one of those eggs emerged the First Dragon, the God of the Underworld and War. Followed by the Dragon of the Mountains, then the Sea, and lastly, the Light.

"Have they begun?" A warm breath brushed against your ear, startling you. You yelped, stumbling out of your hiding place and catching the attention of everyone.

Before you stood a figure with golden hair and eyes like the fair sky. His face carried a youthful innocence. This must be the fourth brother, the Fourth Dragon.

"Xavier!" Sylus called out, his tone sharp but not harsh as he strode past you. "Where have you been all this time?"

Xavier rubbed his eyes and yawned softly. "I was resting upon a cloud. Have you already begun?"

"Not yet," Rafayel said with a calm voice. "We waited for you.”

Zayne was at your side in an instant, ignoring his brothers. His hands reached out to steady you as you rose, his gaze sweeping over you with a quiet intensity, searching for signs of injury. "Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice soft and steady. A faint glow radiated from his hands as they hovered near your skin, his breath releasing in relief when he found no broken bones, no bruises. The tenderness in his eyes almost made you believe the gods had hearts that could feel, but you quickly pushed that thought away. Surely, he was only concerned because he did not wish to trouble himself by taking another mortal, you thought to yourself.

Unfortunately, Zayne’s attention on you had drawn the notice of his brothers. Sylus’s scowl deepened, the sound of his armor clinking as he approached. Just as Sylus drew near, Zayne stepped between you and his brother, blocking his path.

"Why do we have a mortal here?" Sylus demanded, his voice low, full of irritation.

"It is no concern of yours," Zayne snapped, his tone growing sharp.

"But she is mortal," Xavier chimed in, rubbing his eyes lazily. "You do not often bring mortals into your home."

"That is what I said earlier," Rafayel added, his gaze steady on Zayne. "Is this another of your priestesses, Zayne?"

You raised an eyebrow at Zayne, but his face remained unreadable. "She is none of your concern," he repeated, his voice firm.

"Perhaps," Sylus said, though now his voice carried a darker edge. "Yet it seems you are the issue. Why is there a mortal wandering in our realm?"

Zayne fell silent as his brothers waited, tension thickening the air. Sylus took another step forward, a dangerous aura beginning to ripple from him. His eyes, now glowing red with the fury of a dragon, signaled his impending transformation. "Is this yet another selfish indulgence of yours?"

"You think I would be so reckless as to bring such a thing here?" Zayne snapped back, his own temper rising. His voice cut through the tension like a blade. "She is my wife.”

Sylus and Xavier's eyes widened, though only slightly, while Rafayel’s jaw dropped in disbelief. You shared their surprise, unsure what to make of their reactions.

"No..." Sylus muttered under his breath, his face clouded with unease.

"What do you mean ‘no’?" you asked from behind Zayne, frustration creeping into your voice. Zayne shot you a warning look, silently urging you to hold your tongue, but you refused to be silenced. Matching his gaze, you demanded, "What is happening?"

Rafayel’s sudden laughter echoed through the air, his hand pressed to his forehead as he tilted his head back. "You truly do not know?" he asked, shaking his head in amusement. "By the Heavens, Zayne, you are utterly doomed."

"Married?" Xavier asked, still blinking in disbelief. His eyes searched Zayne’s face for some sign of denial, but Zayne averted his gaze, refusing to meet their eyes or yours. There was a weight in his silence, a hint of what might be guilt. "Should it matter?" Zayne muttered, his voice low, as though the answer itself might change nothing.

"Of course it matters," Xavier scoffed. His expression softened as he looked at you, pity threading through his words. "You are leading yet another mortal astray."

There it was again—those veiled accusations. "What do you mean by that?" you asked, turning your attention to Xavier. The god shifted uncomfortably under your gaze. "I’m not sure if I should say..." he replied quietly.

"Oh, I would!" Rafayel interjected, raising his hand with a smirk dancing on his lips. "Behold the great Master of Fate," he began, his tone mocking, "the god who watches over mortals from his sacred mountains. But come nightfall, he descends, choosing a woman—often a priestess—upon whom he bestows his divine… attention.”

Your eyebrows arched in surprise, as if a veil had been lifted from Zayne, revealing not a god, nor a dragon, nor a mere traveler, but something far more unsettling. A shiver coursed through you, causing your stomach to churn. You instinctively stepped back, seeking refuge against Rafayel’s bare chest.

“He took great pleasure in their cries,” the sea god whispered, his tone still mocking but in it held true.

“Enough,” Sylus's voice thundered, causing you to flinch. “She has heard everything.”

“Oh, but I was nearing the most delightful part,” Rafayel said, his voice teasing as he rested his hands on your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. “He impregnated one of the priestesses, you know. Poor mortal—driven to madness, she ended her own life. You should have seen his face; not a trace of remorse. I daresay he might do the same to you—”

Before he could finish, Zayne raised his hand sharply, and with a sudden force, Rafayel was hurled against the wall. Xavier stepped forward, a soft golden glow radiating from him as he shielded Rafayel from Zayne’s rising anger. Just as he prepared to strike, Sylus moved between them, his expression calm yet unyielding.

“You would defend him?” Xavier’s voice remained level, though curiosity flickered in his azure eyes.

“Unwillingly,” Sylus responded coolly. “But I warned Rafayel. I won’t stand by while this continues.”

Rafayel, now rid of his earlier playful demeanor, scowled with reptilian menace. His once vibrant eyes shifted into narrow, slitted pupils, their colors blending in a dangerous mix of blue, purple, and pink. Scales began to spread across his skin, shimmering in iridescent hues like the sheen of polished pearls. With a sudden burst of speed, he lunged at Zayne, sending both crashing into the courtyard, their divine forms crackling with raw power.

You turned to Sylus, your voice sharp with worry. “Aren’t you going to stop them?”

Sylus met your gaze with a cool, unreadable expression. “There is no need for concern,” he said lightly. “Consider it a spectacle.”

“They could kill each other!” you exclaimed, but the elder god remained unmoved.

Before you could say more, Sylus covered your eyes with his hand as a blinding light erupted around you. When it faded, both gods had taken on their true forms—towering dragons, their presence overwhelming the courtyard. Zayne’s scales shimmered with emerald and gold undertones, his gaze sharp and predatory. Rafayel’s dragon form was equally fearsome, his iridescent scales of blue and purple catching the sunlight, making him appear otherworldly, like a creature from the depths of the sea.

The two dragons growled, circling each other.

“You are not in your domain, Brother,” Zayne speaks, his voice carrying the weight of his confidence. “Here, you are weaker.”

If a dragon could smirk, you were certain Rafayel’s twisted lips showed one. “Must you always be so arrogant, Zayne?” The dragons roared at each other, their massive bodies twisting and coiling as they clawed and bit, scales flashing under the sunlight. Their battle moved upward, rising into the sky in a spiral of fury, their serpentine forms tangling as they ascended. You, Sylus, and Xavier watched them from below. Xavier sighed.

"They're idiots," he remarked, his tone almost bored.

"Truly," Sylus chuckled, watching them closely. "They’re getting too close to Father."

"Oh no," Xavier’s expression turned serious as he glanced between you and Sylus. "If Father discovers that Zayne is wed to a mortal, we are all doomed."

"A little drought won't hurt," Sylus jokes, but Xavier was in no mood for humor. The elder god rolled his eyes. "Very well."

With a resigned sigh, Sylus stepped forward into the courtyard. You blinked as his form shimmered and grew, transforming into the largest dragon you had ever seen. Though you knew Sylus, the First Dragon, held dominance over the others, his sheer size and presence still took you by surprise. His massive, coiling body glistened with power as he shot into the sky, effortlessly separating the two battling dragons. He grabbed them in his claws, like a mother pulling her cubs apart, and brought them both back to the ground.

Zayne and Rafayel, still bruised and glaring, stood there, barely keeping their fury in check as they reverted back to their human forms. Sylus, towering over them, set them apart with a stern gaze. His tone was one of annoyance as he addressed them. "It seems we will have to postpone this meeting. I have more important matters to attend to."

He gave Zayne a light push toward you, as if returning your husband to your care. Zayne, weakened but standing, allowed himself to be guided. Sylus still held onto Rafayel, who sulked in his defeat. Xavier walked up to Sylus’s side, giving you a polite nod.

"We look forward to meeting you again," Sylus said with a respectful bow, though there was an undeniable edge to his words. With a wave of his hand, he gestured for you to close your eyes as he and his brothers once again shifted into their true forms, the dragons’ long bodies coiling upward and away, disappearing toward their respective domains.

You helped Zayne to your chambers, his body battered and weak. Despite everything you had just learned about Zayne’s past, your instinct to care for him overpowered your racing thoughts. His wounds oozed molten gold instead of blood, a shimmering testament to his divine nature.

With a pained breath, Zayne’s hand weakly reaches for yours. “You need not trouble yourself,” his voice rasped, hoarse from the strain of battle. You gently pulled your hand from his grasp, but your tone remained firm, though soft. “Had you not been so reckless, I would not have to,” you murmured.

Moments later, the wind spirits entered the room, their presence as light as a breeze, carrying trays of medicine, ointments, and bandages. You were no stranger to healing, your hands steady, your knowledge deep. But this was no ordinary patient—Zayne was neither mortal nor human. Still, your duty remained clear.

Carefully, you cleansed the open wounds, wiping away the golden ichor that seeped from his divine flesh. His skin, cool beneath your fingertips, felt foreign yet familiar as you worked. As you applied ointment to the bruises and cuts that marred his form, you couldn’t help but notice the shimmer of his skin beneath the medicine—a reminder of his celestial nature.

With practiced precision, you wrapped the bandages tightly around him, securing them with care. Finally, you exhaled, stepping back to survey your work. “There,” you said, your voice softening. “You will recover, but you must rest.”

Zayne’s eyes softened as the tension in his body gradually eased. He reclined against the pillows, letting out a quiet sigh. “You speak as though you were an old mother,” he murmured, a faint glimmer of amusement playing on his lips despite his weariness.

You raised an eyebrow at him, your tone carrying a mild reprimand. “I may be many things, but a fool is not one of them. Rest now, and perhaps you will gain the strength to stop throwing yourself into peril so easily.”

A soft chuckle escaped him, and he leaned back further into the cushions, his laugh fading into a deep exhale. You only then noticed that he was still holding your hand, his thumb tracing slow circles against your knuckles. His eyelids fluttered shut, and his hand grew slack as sleep claimed him.

Normally, this would be the moment you’d gently pull your hand away, but tonight, you found yourself lingering. Rafayel’s words crept into your thoughts, his voice echoing ominously as he reminded you of the dark deeds Zayne had committed in the past. Unease stirred within you. How could this same god, who looked so vulnerable before you now, be capable of such cruelty?

Yet, as you watched Zayne sleep, the rise and fall of his chest steady, you couldn’t shake the feeling that when he looked at you, there was something genuine in his gaze. As though, despite the divine power and authority he wielded, he truly cared—or had the capacity to care. He called himself your husband, yet in truth, he was a stranger, a god who had taken you from your world into his. And still, a strange curiosity tugged at you.

What could be his true intentions? And why did you find yourself wanting to understand him?

Chapter 4... (Coming soon)

[confusedkittensposts]

Season 6 rant

I am going through my notes for fics and the whole season is SUCH A BIG MESS

In episode 3 we learn that there is a civil war in Heaven and the stakes are bringing back the Apocalypse

Even after spending last two season trying to stop the END of the World and knowing how bad things can get this news now is treated as Castiel saying they are fighting over a candy

The whole war is pushed to background until last three episodes and even then it's about stopping Cas and not apocalypse

We gat a Cas POV episode to connect the events but we don't actually get his SIDE of the story

Then there is the whole thing with Heaven's wepons that Cas thinks can stop the war, but when he gets them he just leaves Raphael with a warning and we are not told how much of a difference they made

Fate says Balthazar unsank taitanic to add sould to Castiel's war machine, what Machine? We don't know

Was cas harvesting souls from Heaven? Or was the additional 50,000 souls just being there in Heaven going to help him? And then wouldn't that help the other side too? And with the rate fate was killing them, it would have taken months of not years for all those souls to go to heaven

Winchesters say Cas should have come to to them for help but in episode 3 when he asks for their help on a case THEY had called HIM to help on they throw their hands and drag their feet

Dean is constantly trying to emotionally manipulate Cas, he doesn't ask, he doesn't try to understand, he just commands Cas to do something and gets offended when Cas doesn't immediately obey him.

Dean makes statements like you are family and that Dean almost died for Cas when there is like no evidence of it

Castiel working with Crowley is treated like a betrayal but NOT EVEN FIVE MINUTES after opens purgatory Winchesters call Crowley for help to take him down

Cas is constantly isolated by the narrative and made to second guess each and every one of his actions but no one offers him help

None of this is EVER acknowledged by the show or any of the characters

And after all this they had that cringe, disgusting and extremely offending line about Cas being a friend in 7x02 that line made me literally gag

Now tell me HOW THE HELL DO I WRITE MY FIC WITH SO MANY PLOTHOLES AND MEANINGLESS AND ABANDONED STORY LINE???

[tiredtogepi]

A Lady & Her Hounds

Chapter 8

The Hound x Fem!Reader (Jon Arryn's daughter; Sabrina)

This chapter contains: Fluff | Angst

Word Count: 1449

You made your way back to camp. No one was there. The fire had gone out but the logs were still hot. ‘Where did they go’ you remembered you still had that cloth Sandor gave you. When he cleaned blood from your face. You knew why you kept it, but you didn’t want to think about it. You gave the cloth to Desert and Rain to smell, they were the best trackers.

“Find.” You commanded. They immediately started following the smell. You followed them they kept going downhill. For some reason that gave you a bad feeling. Suddenly you spotted something, your dogs ran for it. Barking and looking back at you. It was The Hound, bloody, hurt and left to die by the rocks.

You ran to him. As you got closer you saw how bad it was.

“Gods! What happened to you?! Where’s Arya?!” You were desperate. All the little safety and stability that you had before was gone.

“Someone tried to take her...” His breathing was hard.

“She left me to die. Now you can finish the job with that dagger of yours.” You looked at his wounds, his leg was so bad the bone was sticking out, his chest had many cuts. You were watching him die.

“Don’t die Clegane.” You wiped the blood off his face with the cloth you kept.

“Wake up girl! You think your little ointment is going to save me now?!” He coughed as the effort to yell was too much.

“Forest, River! Get help!” You ordered your dogs. They were trained to seek for individuals and bring them over to you for assistance.

“It’s too late for help.” He grabbed your dagger from your waist holder and handed to you.

“Do it. Do it!” You only stared at him. You couldn’t.

You placed your hand on his chest trying to feel where his heart is. He put his hand on top of yours and held it tightly so you could feel his heartbeat. You remembered how only some months earlier you were lying on his chest listening to the same heart.

You leaned down. Putting your lips on his. You regretted not doing it earlier. Leaned back and looked him in the eyes. He didn’t have any hate in his eyes anymore. Just acceptance a hint of regret.

“Goodbye, Sandor Clegane.” You whispered to him. You took the dagger from him. Holding it tightly. Your hand was shaking so you had to hold it with both hands. As you raised the dagger you heard barking towards you. 

"They found help." You whispered. As you looked back you saw your dogs bringing you a grey-haired man.

"Over here!" You stood up and waved. The man came closer. He looked at Clegane and back to you.

"I think he's already gone dear." You looked back at the bloody man on the floor. He didn't seem to be breathing. Your dogs started sniffing him, almost as if trying to find the leftover life on him. Luckily you heard a cough.

"Gods! He's still with us! Come on dear help me take him to my cart." You nodded and took some of the strings of his armor. Took the strings through under and out of his armor making it easier to drag him. The dogs helped pull him into the man's cart.

"My name's Ray, I'm the Elder Brother of a free community not far from here. You are welcome to join us." The man seemed kind. You had no option but to trust him at this point, though having four big and well trained dogs already gave you a good sense of security.

His group was hard working, it was a free society that worked together in the name of the seven gods. To be honest you couldn’t care less about any god. But Ray gave you shelter and food. He provided you with a private tent to take care of your friend.

In the morning you used to tend to Sandor’s wounds. You got a wet cloth and placed over his forehead to keep his body temperature controlled. You worried mostly about his leg. You kept pressure on it and the bone seemed to be going back to place. He stayed unconscious for days. You thought maybe he wouldn’t wake up anymore. That he would live forever on that bed.

In the afternoons you went out to gather some herbs and roots with your dogs. You enjoyed your days out. Bathing in the river, making natural medicines and hunting with your dogs before sunset. It was like you were leaving a dream. There was just one thing missing. One person specifically.

At night you used to sit by his bed holding his hand and talking to him. Sometimes reading a book, or just caressing his face and saying he will get better.

One day after coming back from hunting with your dogs, Ray called you.

“He’s awake!” You thought he was joking, but you ran inside. And there he was. Complaining about the soup the women had made for the supper.

“Take this shit soup out of here!” His voice made you smile.

“Of course that’s the first thing you would say after being unconscious for days.” You smiled.

“Maybe if she soup wasn’t so bad I would’ve been better sooner.” He looked at you seriously and then smiled lightly.

He was surprised by your dogs jumping next to him to smell him now a hundred percent alive.

“Down!” You said and the dogs immediately stopped and settled.

“Ah so you got your dogs.” He tried to sit up.

“They saved your life you know.” You brought a stool to sit next to him.

“I remember when they found me.” He said quietly.

“What else do you remember?” You asked a bit embarrassed that you kissed him.

“I remember you wiped some blood off my face… I remember you thought you could save me with your little ointment.” The sarcastic tone of The Hound was back.

“I remember I had to you where my heart was. Even if you already knew it.” He got more quiet and serious.

“I remember…” He started to doubt if you actually kissed him of if it was just an illusion of his dying mind.

“That’s all I remember.” He finished.

“Then your mind has been out for a while now.” You were surprised that he didn’t remember the kiss. Maybe he just didn’t care about it.

“Why did you help me?” He asked before you could leave the tent.

“What do you mean?”

“Why didn’t you just let me die?”

“I had already lost my family, my friends, my dogs, my house!” You got a bit carried away with your anger. You calmed down and continued quietly. “I didn’t want to lose you too.” He looked at you. He just nodded. You left the tent. Needing some air. You knew he was going to be walking well soon. The last couple of weeks were great. You didn’t have to make any hard decisions. Now with him awake, you would need to figure out if he leaves what you’re going to do.

You went outside to get some fresh air and clear your head. When you got back you automatically went to his bed as you forgot that now he was awake.

"Sorry, I'm used to cleaning your wounds for the night..." He nodded, consenting to it. You grabbed a stool to sit beside his bed and started undoing the tourniquet on his thigh. You used a clean cloth to wipe the area, he tried to hold in a few grunts from the pain he felt.

"Your bone seems to be back in the right place, you will need to not put weight on this leg for a couple more weeks." You explained as you moved to clean up the stitches and scars on his torso. You pulled up his shirt revealing his strong chest and abdomen partially covered in hair. You avoided his gaze as you tried not to blush. It was definitely easier to do this when he was unconscious.

"You learned this from those books?" He quietly asked.

"Well, yes and no. I did read about how to treat and take care of wounds and diseases, just not on humans." You smiled shyly as you leaned over his chest to finish cleaning the dry blood off his wounds.

"Good thing my patient is The Hound." You said smiling avoiding his gaze once more. He let out a small chuckle. He couldn't deny his feelings for you anymore after seeing you take care of him. He just didn't know how to act on them.

[rdmaaron]

Lukewarm Gundam crossover and gameplay predictions for when G-Witch inevitably debuts in Super Robot Wars:

Miorine will be playable as the commander of GUND-Arms ship and Earth House will be the sub pilots

Suletta will have an unnamed sub pilot while piloting Aerial that will obviously be revealed to be Eri, but she will lose access to her once she gets Calibarn. You’ll get Aerial back, but it’s pilot will be Eri and you’ll be able to field both.

Any and all UC or X Newtypes will immediately know something is up with Aerial, if not be able to communicate with Eri directly right off the bat

If Unicorn is in the game, Laplace’s Box will be rolled into QZ somehow maybe, but for sure Banagher and Ridhe will help Eri block the laser. The Nt-D will be related to the Gund format somehow.

Anaheim Electronics will be apart of the Benerit Group.

G Gundam, if only to draw parallels between Gundam fights and duels.

If Wing (TV) is the game, Releena will be attending Asticassia and obviously Heero will infiltrate it as part of his cover. The 5 scientists will have been involved with Vanadis in the past before the incident and the Zero system will have been derived from the Gund format, or vice versa. Same with Mobile dolls.

If original Seed is in, one of the companies in the Benerit Group will have helped develop the GAT series Gundams in secret with ORB

If Gundam X is in, Tiffa will obviously be considered a witch. See also above point regarding mobile dolls and apply it to g bits.

[eretzyisrael]

Following Hamas's criminal invasion of southern Israel, brave men and women have stepped up to defend their homeland, with dozens sacrificing their lives in the process; These are their names

Yoav Zitun, Ilana Curiel, Elisha Ben Kimon, Meir Turgeman, Israel Moskvitz, Roni Green Shaulov|Updated:10:13

Related Topi

More than 700 Israelis were murdered on the first day of the war against Hamas. So far, only a few dozen names have been released.

Reports emerged on Saturday of the death of Nahal Brigade Commander Col. Jonathan Steinberg among numerous others. He was killed in clashes with a terrorist near Kerem Shalom. On Sunday morning, the names of an additional 25 fallen soldiers were reported.

Nahal Brigade Commander Col. Jonathan Steinberg

(Photo: IDF Spokesperson's Unit)

Steinberg, 42, from Shomria, was en route to a clash site where his soldiers were engaged with terrorists. He encountered a terrorist on his way there and was killed during a firefight near Kerem Shalom.

The names of the fallen IDF soldiers that have been released are as follows: Sst. Roi Weiser, 21, from Efrat, a Golani soldier; Sst. Adir Geori, 20, from Jerusalem, a Sayeret Matkal commando; Cpl. Ariel Eliyahu, 19, from Mitzpe Yericho, a 7th Armored Brigade soldier; Sst. Guy Simchi, 20, from Gedera, a Paratrooper; Cpl. Shira Shochat, 19, from Modi'in-Maccabim-Re'ut, a Unit 414 soldier; Sgt. Maj. Aharon Parash, 36, from Ofakim, a Technology and Maintenance Corps inspector; and Lt. Shilo Cohen, 24, from Sderot, a Shaldag soldier.

Maj. Amir Sakuri, 31, from Jerusalem, a Sayeret Matkal commando; Warrant Officer Ido Rosenthal, 45, from Ben Shemen, a Shaldag soldier; Maj. Ariel Ben Moshe, 27, from Kiryat Bialik, a commander in Sayeret Matkal; Cpl. Danit Cohen, 19, from Sderot, a soldier in Southern Command; Sst. Or Mizrachi, 21, from Petah Tikva, a Nahal soldier; Cpl. Amit Gueta, 21, from Rehovot, a Maglan soldier.

Earlier, the names of the following fallen were cleared for publication: Col. Roi Yosef Levy, 44, from Shavei Tzion, commander of the Multidimensional Unit, also known as the “Ghost” Unit; Lt. Col. Yonatan Tzur, 33, from Kedumim, the commander of the Nahal Reconnaissance Battalion, Maj. Avraham Hovlashvili, 26, from Ashdod, an officer in Caracal; Sgt. Itay-El Marciano, 20, from Shoham, a Paratrooper; Pvt. Ofir Davidian, 18, from Patish, a logistics soldier in the Home Front Command; Cpt. Tal Grushka, 25, from Kfar Saba, a Nahal officer; Cpt. Arye Shlomo Tsering, 27, from Raanana, a K-9 Unit officer. Sst. Ilay Gamzu, 20, from Ashdod, a Paratrooper; Sst. Ohad Cohen, 20, from Idan, a Shaldag soldier.

Cpl. Itamar Ayash, 19, from Kiryat Gat, served in the Southern District of the Home Front Command; Maj. Ido Yehoshua, 27, from Yavne, commander of the training platoon at the Special Air Forces School. Cpl. Uri Locker, 19, from Pardes Hana Karkur, a Golani solider; Maj (Res.) Omri Michaeli, 35, from Nes Ziona, a Duvdevan soldier; Maj. Vitali Skipkevich, 21, from Ariel, an Egoz soldier. Lt. Shoham Tomer, 23, from Srigim, company commander in the 934th Reconnaissance Battalion; Lt. Itai Maor, 23, from Rosh Ha'Ain, a platoon commander in the Golani Brigade's 51st Battalion; Lt. Rom Shlomi, 23, from Moshav Ganot, reconnaissance platoon commander in the Shaldag Unit. Cpl. Yaron Zohar, 19, from Kiryat Ata, a Golani soldier.

Cpt. Adir Aboudi, 23, from Modi'in, a commander in the Home Front Command; Cpt. Yotam Ben Bassat, 24, from Bat Hefer, a commander in the Multidimensional Unit; Sgt. Ofir Tzioni, 21, from Yokneam Illit, a commander in the Home Front Command; 2nd Lt. Adar Ben Simon, 20, from Neve Ziv, a commander in the Home Front Command; Sgt. Or Asto, 21, from Be'er Sheva, a logistics NCO in Golani.

Fallen IDF soldiers and officers from the Swords of Iron War

(Photo: Israel Police, IDF Spokesperson's Unit)

Sgt. Eden Alon Levi, 19, from Nirit, a commander in the Home Front Command; Sst. Yuval Ben Yaakov, 21, from Kfar Menahem, a solider in the 7th Armored Brigade; Cpl. Guy Bazak, 19, from Givatayim, a Golani soldier; Pvt. Nerya Aharon Nagari, 18, from Talmon, a Home Front Command soldier; Pvt. Naama Boni, 19, from Afula, a soldier in the 7th Armored Brigade; Lt. Iftah Yavetz, 23, from Ramat Hasharon, a commander in Maglan.

Lt. Col. Sahar Mahlouf, 36, from Modi'in, the commander of the 481st Signal Battalion; Sgt. Ofek Rosenthal, 20, from Kfar Menahem, a Maglan soldier; 2nd Lt. Yanai Kaminka, 20, from Tzur Hadassah, a commander in the Home Front Command; Lt. Or Moses, 22, from Ashdod, a commander in the Home Front Command; Sst. Omri Niv Feirstein, 20, a Home Front Command soldier; Cpl. Dvir Lisha, 21, from Nitzan, a Golani soldier.

Sgt. Ido Harush, from Mitzpe Ramon, a soldier in the 7th Armored Brigade; Sgt. Menashe Yoav Maliev, 19, from Kiryat Ono, an officer in the 7th Armored Brigade; Cpl. Netanel Yang, 20, from Tel Aviv, a Golani soldier; Maj. Chen Buchris, 26, from Ashdod, the deputy commander Maglan; Lt. Or Yosef Ran, 29, from Itamar, a commander in Duvdevan; Cpl. Adi Gurman, 19, from Hogla, a Unit 414 soldier; Sfc. Amir Fisher, 22, from Tel Aviv, a Duvdevan soldier; Lt. (Res.) Ido Edri, 24, from Givaton, an infantry officer.

Raz Tzioni, father of Sst. Ofir Tzioni, said, "We spoke to him for the last time Friday evening, he said that everything is fine with him. On Saturday when we realized what happened, I sent him a message 'Write that everything is fine...,' but he didn't respond. In the evening, the army representatives came to inform us."

Fallen police officers

After a day of intense combat, where Israel Police officers, Border Patrol soldiers and commandos valiantly stood at the forefront of battles against the enemy, the Israel Police solemnly announces the death of 30 of its members. The following are their names:

Chief Superintendent Ge-ar Davidov, commander of the Rahat station; Chief Superintendent Itzhak Shvili, commander of the Segev Shalom station; Superintendent Martin Kuzmickas, commander in the coordination of enforcement operations unit; Chief Inspector Shlomo Moshe Al, officer in the Yamam counter-terror unit; Superintendent Nisim Lugasi, deputy commander of a Magav unit; Superintendent Amin Ohonadov, squad commander in the Yoav unit; Inspector Andrei Poshivi, town station patrol officer; Inspector Alexei Shamkov, officer in the Yamam counter-terror unit; Senior Non-Commissioned Officer Meir Abragil, Sderot station investigation coordinator; Sergeant Major Chen Nahmias, sniper in the Yamam counter-terror unit.

Sergeant Major Roman Gendel, instructor in the Lotar counter-terror unit; Sergeant Major Yehuda Kedar, non-commisioned officer Border Police officer at the Eshkol Ein Habsor station; Sergeant Major Roni Abuharon, detective at the Rahat station; Sergeant Major Adir Shlomo, head of logistics at the Sderot station; Sergeant Major Igal Iluz, bomb sapper; First Sergeant Bar Sivan, fighter in the Yamam counter-terror unit; First Sergeant Alon Barad, investigator at the Rahat station; First Sergeant Alexey Borodovsky, Negev Yasam patrol unit; First Sergeant Vitaly Karsik, forensics department crime scene investigator, Tel Aviv District; First Sergeant Alik Poznyakov, detective in the Magen unit.

First Sergeant Melik Karim, investigator at the Be'er Sheva station; First Sergeant Yoram Eliyahu Cohen, fighter in the Yamam counter-terror unit; Staff Sergeant Major Dror Elton, sapper in the Yamam counter-terror unit; Staff Sergeant Yaakov Shlomo Krasninski, fighter in the undercover police unit; Staff Sergeant Major Elior Yifrach, detective; Sgt. First Class Avi Buzaglo, detective at the Rahat station; Sgt. First Class Michael Lizmi, detective at the Be'er Sheva station; Sgt. First Class Shai El Knafo, town patrol in police’s Southern District; Staff Sergeant Alyona Astapenko, town patrol at the Ofakim station; Corporal Ravit Hanna Asayag, Border Police officer in police’s Southern District.

The harrowing details from the incident near Moshav Re'im, where Hamas terrorists raided an open-air rave, are gradually coming to light. So far, the identified victims from the event include Tzur Saidi, Omri Ram and Aviad Halevi.

List of names of the deceased from Netiv HaAsara

Shortly before midnight on Saturday, the names of 15 victims in Netiv HaAsara, a town of less than a thousand people near the Gaza border, were cleared for publication: brothers Amit and Yigal Wax, Oren Stern, Shlomi and his wife Ayelet Molcho, Hevik Segal, Gil Ta'aseh, Adi Baharev, Tal Keren, Ruthi and Aryeh Akuni and their daughter Or, Nurit Berger, Marina Almagor and Danny Vobek.

Vobek, a resident of Netiv HaAsara, had been a volunteer with the ZAKA divers unit for many years. The organization said that "he took part in dozens of rescue missions, dedicated to saving lives and honoring the deceased. During the brutal attack on Netiv HaAsara, Vobek courageously defended his home and friends, ultimately losing his life in the battle against armed terrorists. ZAKA volunteers, alongside the entire nation of Israel, mourn his loss, share in the pain, and extend condolences to his family and loved ones."

Talia Marcelle, from Kiryat Arba, was murdered in the surprise attack on Kibbutz Ein Hashlosha near the Gaza border. A few years ago, Marcelle relocated from the Talia farm in the Hebron hills to Kiryat Arba. She was fatally shot on the kibbutz where she was celebrating the holiday.

Dolev and Odeya Swissa and their two daughters

Dolev and Odeya Swissa were murdered in their hometown of Sderot. They leave behind two young daughters, ages 3 and 7. Dolev, who was shot by terrorists, was found dead Saturday night. A search was conducted throughout the night for his wife Odeya, who was considered missing until her body was discovered in the morning. "We don't know how the girls were saved," said Rehovot Deputy Mayor Zohar Blum, who is married to Dolev's sister. "We woke up to a dark morning."

Blum added, "Following the heart-wrenching news of Dolev's murder and a sleepless night, we have now learned that Odeya, his beloved wife whom we searched for hours, was also mercilessly murdered by the assassins. This young couple's lives were tragically cut short in the war, simply because of their location near the Gaza Strip and the startling ease with which the terrorists invaded their home. A remarkable couple, they leave behind two young, now orphaned, daughters. My heart aches for my wife and her family in Sderot.

Aharon Haimov, a 25-year-old senior paramedic and ambulance driver with Magen David Adom (MDA) from Ofakim, was fatally shot on Saturday morning en route to treat the wounded in his hometown. He is survived by his wife and two children. Haimov began his career with Magen David Adom as a post-high school volunteer before joining the organization in a professional capacity.

Magen David Adom senior medic and ambulance driver Aharon Haimov, 25, of Ofakim was killed on his way to treat injured

“He was a person who put the good of others and the value of life ahead of everything else — including today, on this tragic morning,” said MDA Director-General Eli Bin.

Israel Fire and Rescue Services announced that Kiryat Gat Fire Station Commander Battalion Chief Shalom Tzaban and Senior Firefighter Yevgeny Galsky were also slain in the attack. Tsaban, 60, a father of two, joined the fire brigade in 1992 and was posthumously promoted to fire deputy chief. Galsky, 34, served in the Netivot fire station. He was promoted posthumously to the rank of sergeant firefighter.

Israel Fire and Rescue Services Commissioner Eyal Caspi extended his condolences to the families and commended the firefighters and commanders who were working tirelessly in numerous locations throughout the conflict zone.

Israel Fire and Rescue Services announcement of the death of Shalom Tzaban (right) and Yevgeny Galsky

The fire brigade on Sunday morning announced the death of Sergeant Major Firefighter Eric Yehuda Marciano, 50, who joined the fire brigade in 1996 and served as a team leader at the Kiryat Gat Fire Station. He is survived by his wife and three children.

His daughter Coral said: "He went on duty, and probably because of the pressure, he forgot his bag at home. I wrote to him, 'Dad, you forgot your bag.' At 7:05am, he told me he would come back to get it and at 7:20 he no longer answered me, he had already encountered the terrorists. Numerous trucks loaded with armed terrorists entered the area. He fought the terrorists and managed to save a child. I knew my father was dead before we were informed; someone saw him dead and sent me a picture. My father is a hero. He was my whole world. He was a father who always put us first, and himself second, placing everyone before him."

Head of the Sha'ar HaNegev Regional Council, Ofir Libstein, was killed in the terrorist attack on the Gaza border town

(Photo: Contact)

The head of the Sha’ar HaNegev Regional Council, Ofir Libstein, was killed during fighting with Hamas terrorists Saturday morning. “Ofir was killed when he went to defend a town during the terrorist attack,” the council said.

Israel Amichai Vitzan and Moshe Yedidya Raziel (Rosenberg) were killed in Kerem Shalom. They were both residents of the West Bank settlement of Psagot.

Nine people, including a number of children, were killed when rockets struck their communities in the northern Negev, which do not have shelters, according to local authorities.

In Arara, Yazan Zakaria Abu Jama was killed when a rocket landed near his home. In Alba’at, brothers Malek Ibrahim Alkra’an, 14, and Jawad Ibrahim Alkra’an, 15, were killed in a direct strike. Alba’at cousins Amin Akal Alkra’an, 11, and Mahmoud Diab Alkra’an, 12, were also killed. Faiza Abu Sabaakh, 57, and her granddaughter May Zuheir Abu Sabaakh, 13, were also killed in Alba’at.

On Monday morning the IDF released the names of a further 16 fatalities among its force.

Lt. Col. Eli Ginsburg, 42, a commander of the Naval Commando 13 unit, from Dovrat; Private Lior Levy, 19, an operations commander in the Home Front Command, from Dimona; Corporal Adir Tahar, 19, a soldier in the Golani brigade, from Jerusalem; Staff Srg. Uriel Moshe, 21,from the Golani brigade, a resident of Rechasim; Major Peleg Salem, 30, from Netanya; Corporal Amit Tzur, 19, a fighter in the Golan Brigade from Eliachin; Corporal Elai Bar Sade, 19, a fighter in the Golani brigade, from Ramat Gan; Lt. Itai Cohen, 22, a commander in the Engineering Corps' Yahalom special unit, from Rehovot; Sgt. Ben Rubinstein, 20, from the Lotar anti-terror unit, from Hod Hasharon; Srg. Yaron Uri Shai, 21, from the Nahal elite unit, from Kadima-Tzuran; Srg.(Res.) Roi Nagri, 28, from the Lotar anti-terror school, from Tel Aviv; Staff Srg. Itamar Bruchim, 21, paratrooper and commander in the officers' school, from Ashdod; Lt. Nitai Amar, 22, Engineering Corps, from Ma'alumim; 2nd Lt. Yonatan Gutin, special forces, from Modi'in; Staff Sgt. Tashgr Tekah, 21, Golani Brigade, from Jerusalem; Staff Sgt. Naveh Eliezer Lacks from the Matkal special forces unit, from Lod

First published: 00:25, 10.08.23

[sanctuary1988]

~Silver Innocence |4| Gwi

French: /the petals of love/

Pairing: Gwi x fem! noble! Reader

Summary: A heartless vampire falls in love for the first time in centuries of loneliness. Passion, secrets, betrayal and love drown the royal palace. Will your love for Gwi prevail through time or will it wither away like a fallen rose petal? Maybe love was his punishment, maybe love was your salvation. Or wasn't it a curse to you both? Because, who can beat a race against time? Who can love in the dark? Who can love without truth? After all, even the most beautiful flower will wither away and end in ashes of time, remembered only by the one who cherished her the most.

Warnings: strangers to lovers? fluff, light angst, TENSION, this is another light chapter tbh. age gap (huge), poetic writing, historical! AU, royal! AU?, cannon copilant, (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 2.5k words

A/N: Welcome to the fourth chapter, darlings! Thank you all who commented, reblogged and liked the last parts as you loves, really motivated me to write this next part in nearly one sitting O.o

Please enjoy the chapter and let me know what you think, dear! I'd love to hear from you all, beautiful darlings 🫶🫶🫶

The air outside was colder than before. That was the first thing you noticed as you stepped outside of the underground palace since Gwi took you with him. The moon was high in the sky, the air bit your skin as you left your new home and walked through the beautiful gardens of the royal palace before you were leaving behind the golden cage and stepped into the busy streets of the marvellous city you rarely got to see. 

Gwi had allowed you to go out of his magnificent underground palace, a privilege you weren’t going to waste as you walked into the busy market place. Your beautiful soft pink silk skirt brushed against the ground as you moved around slowly while you admired the beauty of the city. 

You walked the night with soft steps, completely unaware of the looming figure who watched over you. Gwi had granted you permission to leave the safety of his palace with the only condition for you to go at night. This was so that he could silently follow you. He needed to make sure you were safe. That you would return to his side. That you would obey him forever. He hid behind his gat as he stood in front of a stand selling jewellery, losing himself in the crowd while his eyes that sparkled with his crimson desire never lost sight of you. 

He watched you smile as you purchased a beautiful black fan with painted red flowers on it. Gwi couldn’t help the smirk that grew on his lips. What a perfect gift for his perfect rose. You walked around and he followed, his domineering gaze hidden behind his gat, his beating dead heart racing at the sight of your happy self. 

Your beautiful dress made it easy for him to spot you around. With your soft pink skirt and white top made of silky fabric his hands itched to touch, he always had his eyes on you. With a stiff movement, he paid one of the shopkeepers to wrap a gift for his eccentric flower. A small object he thought would suit you to perfection. But when he turned around as his eyes searched for your parading figure, he saw nothing. You were nowhere to be found and something Gwi wasn’t able to describe the feeling that gripped his heart so forcefully it was nearly difficult to breathe. 

He walked with haste among the people in the market, eyes roaming all around him. Wishing, needing, having to see you before his instincts overtook his mind. Your sweet scent was lost in the crowd, he could not see you, he could not trace you. He did not have you at his reach anymore.

His eyes, as dark as the night, painted crimson. The colour of his tainted hands. Gwi made his way through the night, his pace commanded power and the passersby cleared his path at the imposing image of his dead gaze. 

“Where are you, petal?”

The muttered words escaped his lips as he searched around. That was until the smell of fresh roses hit his senses. Gwi remembered the first time he ever saw you. Crouching down on the palace gardens at night as you picked out roses you never took with yourself back to your room. He remembered the way he had walked to find the source of the electing scent that had instantly captivated him. As if he had been hypnotised, moved by instinct or by fate. He walked to where you were and got a glimpse of your silver innocence behind the golden palace walls. 

And so, just like the first time, Gwi followed the scent that made his heart beat slightly faster. He almost felt lost, allowing his impulses to win when he was a master of control. He walked through the darkness and away from the market just as the lovely scent got stronger and stronger until he saw you at the distance walking through a flower field in the outskirts of the city. 

He was firstly tempted to go out there and reprime you for walking away from his line of sight yet he knew you were not aware he was following you. Gwi watched you from where he stood, hidden in the shadows of the moon as you walked around in peaceful silence as  you carried a heavy looking bag and he presumed it was the things you bought for yourself. You did not seem to want to leave the place and for that, he was utterly relieved. Not that he’d admit it but the sight of you, peacefully walking around, soothed something 

Since you left the underground palace that night, you felt as if someone was watching you. But it was a gentle gaze that dressed you in. It was not intended to harm. An innocent gaze that followed you around. A safe look that bathed you in silver. 

You turned around and made direct eye contact with the vampire. You smiled, a knowing smile that only revealed your pure soul to the heartless monster that had you to himself in his dark palace. 

The sight of your smiling face melted a part of his frozen heart. What a beautiful sight it was to see you smile under the moonlight surrounded by your sisters in nature and beauty. While dancing in a flower field, you showed him something more beautiful than whatever painting he had ever seen. Something more delicious than whatever blood he had drank in his long life. You showed him a spark of hope. A glimpse of happiness. A thread of innocence he did not want to break. 

In the moonlight, you shine.

Like a diamond of a rose. 

Flower of mine. 

A heartbeat that comes and goes.

You broke eye contact, lowering your gaze as you continued to parade around. Yet now a soft smile danced over your lips. Knowing that he followed you did not creep you out, it could only mean one thing. For he had already claimed you as his, it could only mean that he cared.

You were walking back into the underground palace knowing Gwi was behind you. At some point, he stopped hiding it and you were actually able to see him following you. Your feet carried you back to the royal grounds and into the dark palace, already by memory you walked to your room. The steps of the vampire could be heard behind you yet you only smiled to yourself as you  continued to walk ahead, never turning back not knowing your false ignorance was driving his twisted mind crazy. 

“Since when did you know?”

His voice, though soothing, still surprised you as you turned to look at him after it felt like years of your gaze hiding from his own. You smiled, a small gesture that was gentle over your beautiful features. 

“Since I left your underground palace, My Lord.”

Gwi narrowed his eyes at you just as you turned around once more and began taking your new items from the bag you carried all the way back. Once more, ignoring his presence and choosing to pretend to be alone yet again. 

He watched you bring out different books as well as some jewellery and a wooden box. With calculating eyes he watched you move around the room he had claimed as yours. Your movements were always precise and elegant. Soft on their nature. Like a true lady of his court. Your words, though cunning sometimes, were always respectful and voiced out with gentle tones. But your eyes, he loved those expressive eyes of yours. Those eyes told him a very different story. Gwi still had to figure out what hidden secrets swam in your beautiful (e/c) eyes and he didn’t mind if he were to drown in the sea of unsaid words and fleeting thoughts that carried your soul. For everything that you had touched or owned was now precious for him. Just as you became his precious flower in a bittersweet exchange of power and ambition mixed with desire and untitled emotions. 

“When you are done with that, make me some tea. I’ll be in the main room.”

But just as you turned around, he was already gone. His absence felt heavy within your heart and you let out a loud sigh. Feeling a coldness seeping into the cracks of your heart. 

A dead heart beats for you. 

Like a thousand arrows that pierce your soul. 

Owner of a broken core.

Mystery of mine, oh my sweet scented rose.

You walked up the steps to his magnificent throne while cradling a cup of tea in your hands. Gwi watched your every move with his dark eye that only now did they look onyx to you before you lowered your gaze once more. 

You handed him the cup and he took it in his larger hand, tingles ran up your arms when his fingers brushed yours and a faint blush dusted your cheeks and you were forced to tangle your hands in front of you to stop them from doing something awkward. Gwi took a sip from the tea before he set it aside on the nearby table that rested next to his throne. 

“You have a question.”

He spoke and that voice of his made you tingle all over. Deep as the ocean and strong as thunder, that voice awoke a part of you you did not know existed within your core. The acknowledgment of your state made you swallow but you did not dare look up. Not when you felt how the tension began invading the room and threatened to drown you as it pulled you down with its poisonous claws. And even so now that you stood so close to him. Your previous carefree self was gone, melted down like a candle during the night. 

“I do, My Lord.”

You confirmed with a subtle nod of your head. He leaned his forearm on the armrest of his throne as his eyes danced over your features that had him enchanted. If he could, Gwi would look at you for hours in utter admiration of your beauty. It almost felt that to him, you were painted by the angels before being sent to this mortal earth. 

“Speak, then.”

His words, though harsh in their nature, were surprisingly soft. They brought back to life that sweet and innocent side of you that the vampire had witnessed on the flower field earlier during the night. That side of your soul that was the complete opposite from him. That side of your heart that was still pure. That side from humanity that had not yet been corrupted by the evilness of this fallen world. 

He was one of those evil things that paraded the land of the living. But you, having you so close, having your heart to his reach, having your life in his hands, only made him want to protect that innocent side of your mind where you lived in ignorance when it came to his true nature. But would he be able to keep such a promise to himself? Would he be able to keep you from getting tainted when he was the very dark ink that stained society? Would he be able to control himself when you smelled oh so tantalisingly delicious?

The sight of your smile, your sparkling eyes and your beautiful skin bathed in the moonlight came back to his mind as he watched you with nearly crimson eyes as they changed colour upon the turmoil in his mind.

 Into the night you walk, 

Ever so beautiful, dressed in delicate petals of love.

Your laugh, like music, fills my ears. 

Your tears, like pearls, I want to keep. 

You were perfect for him like a perfect rhyme to one of his secret poems. Perfect to his heart like white complements black. Perfect to his soul as death meets immortality. And so, as you looked up and your eyes met his once more, the skip of a heartbeat was now more notorious in his frozen heart. But he did not suppress it either. 

“I would like to know if, in the future, I’d be allowed to go out from time to time.”

He lifted an eyebrow at you and as you took a deep breath, you spoke with the most elegance and care he had ever seen on a high-class lady. So he became sure that you were worthy of standing by his side in his own palace of the night. 

“When you don’t ask anything from me, My Lord, it gets quite lonely here.”

“And why would leaving make you happy? You have everything you could ever want here with me.”

You nodded, a fierceness taking control of your eyes yet your words remained gentle. Polite. You were aware of your place and you respected that. 

“I want to educate myself, I need to be worthy of standing next to you. I bought some books to read in my free time.”

“So you want permission to buy more books when you finish the ones you brought today?”

He subtly smirked at your use of words. You were indeed, very intelligent. And while he had you with him, why not entertain himself with your thirst for knowledge. 

“Yes, that is if you deem it appropriate, My Lord.”

Gwi let out a soft chuckle. A sound that travelled up your spine and that you found to be rather pleasing to hear. 

“Of course. However, I’ll be coming with you next time.”

You were grateful that he agreed, yet the question as to why you were not allowed to go on your own was reflected in your eyes as clear as glancing at your reflection in a mirror. 

“Remember that you are mine, little petal. I don’t want you going around on your own.”

Butterflies swarm in your stomach at the nickname. At the softness in his words despite the deep voice that spoke them. You bit your lip to suppress the smile that threatened to grow in your lips. 

“Go back to your room. You’ll join me tomorrow for breakfast.”

With that, you bowed with elegance. Walking down the steps that led to his throne. 

“Thank you, My Lord.”

That was the last thing you said as before you retreated back to your bedroom of the cherry blossom, finally allowing the smile to spread over your face as you walked through the hallway that took you away from Gwi’s presence. 

He picked up the cup of tea you had prepared for him, taking another sip from the beverage he found was made to perfection. The taste that was left was sweet, just as you scent, just as your heart. Innocent on its own. 

“Sweet petal.”

Gwi said against the cup before he was downing the beverage. Savouring it as if it were the elixir to his eternal life.

In an eternal winter, you are my spring. 

A fallen petal from a dead tree. 

With a silk voice that lulls me to sleep. 

In an eternal winter, I found a reason to live.

March/28/2024

~ Masterpost

[ladyvictoriart]

"The Death of Amnon"

"And the servants of Absalom did unto Amnon as Absalom had commanded. Then all the king's sons arose, and every man gat him up upon his mule, and fled."

2nd Samuel 13:29

[megafreeman]

The Bloodhounds

Okay so I've been procrastinating on making this introduction post for a while, but I wanted to make a post about Bloodhound; a gang I made for my Saints Row The Third paraquel story, Rose of Stilwater.

The gang is lead by three siblings: Anabelle (eldest, left), Gilbert (middle) and Arron (youngest, right); who hail from a small canadian town. With a base in a biker bar located between Barrio, Industries and Docks district.

The story starts well before they're formed with Arron, he was a member of the Third Street Saints in 2006 under Julius. He was really close with Playa (Lina), which put him near the main storyline of the game. Fast forward to SR1's ending, and when the Saints started falling apart after the Playa went into a coma, Arron ended up being one of the Saints that got arrested.

He was sentenced to 7 years in prison (lowest sentence for gang association, I assume with him being close to the main narrative and not as dangerous of a criminal as Gat or Playa, Troy would probably know him and argue for a shorter sentence), where he became rather popular with his inmates and formed close friendships with a lot of gang members.

Six years into his sentence, which would put it slightly after the events of SR2, he was eventually found by his siblings, who have been trying to track him down for years, and busted him out.

A lot of Arron's prison friends followed through with the escape, with over a dozen of them making it off the island in the process. The prisoners ended up being ex-Brotherhood members, the ones who managed to escape the Saints wrath by being imprisoned during the time. The ex-Brotherhood members reached out to their contacts in mainland Stilwater, eventually leading them to finding a refuge to lay low in a run down bar belonging to one of the former members.

With Brotherhood leadership being long gone, the escapees regrouped under the siblings, which essentially reformed the gang under a new management, and a new name, the Bloodhounds. Anabelle was the leader, dubbed as "The Alpha", while Gilbert, who made a name for himself in Stilwater's Underground Fight Club (known as Diesel), was her second in command. They were a lot more biker oriented now, but still rocked the red color of their predecessor (Maroon Red specifically). The gang was smaller than any other gang Stilwater ever had, with only couple of dozen people in it, which made them more family oriented this time.

With Saints being busy building their celebrity careers, Bloodhounds managed to quietly take criminal control over the Truckyard District, and the territories formerly controlled by the Brotherhood. They simply were trying to do crime just enough to support their big family and bar, looking to stay out of the Saints way not to build any tension between the two factions. Luckily for them, Saints were too busy being pop culture icons to ever bat an eye towards their direction, especially since the gentrification of Shivington and Projects.

They are involved in my Rose of Stilwater storyline, I mentioned their endgame in reboot sequel premise post.

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wednesday - Aristeia (working title)

Tagged by @dirty-bosmer thank you thank you

tagging: @thana-topsy, @expended-sleeper, @tallmatcha @gilgamish @nientedenada

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (blood and violence) Category: gen Genre(s): Adventure, Homer retelling Main characters: Borgakh the Steel Heart, the orcs of Mor Khazgur

Summary: When the chief of Mor Khazgur goes missing, male orcs from across the Reach show up to vie for the stronghold, causing chaos and disruption in their corner of Skyrim. The wives of Mor Khazgur must figure out how to deal with them while they wait for their chief's return.

I blame @thana-topsy for the Pavo Attius/Gat gro-Shargakh brainworms. Everyone go read Finding Mara and join me in the worm bin.

This is a pretty extended snippet, because the chapter's almost dooooooone~!

3rd First Seed, 4E 195 Borgakh did not need familiar landmarks to tell her they were getting close to the stronghold. She could smell it.

The daylight was waning as the mountains of the western Reach swallowed up the sun, casting long blue shadows over the land. Olur had spotted a clean spring for Borgakh to wash up, and there had been an untouched patch of wild winter radishes growing in the clay. They had picked all that they could fit in their packs and on Karagh’s saddlebags - all in all, a much more productive expedition than either of them had had for many months.

They crested the final hillock; Mor Khazgur dominated the shallow valley below. When she had been younger, Borgakh had often imagined the longhouse was a lazy cat asleep on a bright green rug, curled up against the rocks of the Druadach Mountains. When the stronghold’s goats were pastured in the glade, they played the role of mice scurrying about under the cat’s nose.

Now, there was no bright green rug, or herd of goats browsing the first buds of spring; the ground in front Mor Khazgur was a frozen mud pit.

Tents with various clan symbols painted on their roofs and sides crowded around the stronghold stockade with not even a semblance of order. The orc men who had arrived first had set up their lodgings without care for the foot paths, winter forage, or even well-tended herb beds outside of the walls. Later arrivals followed suit, until every bit of grass and brush had been ground into the dirt.

Then the thawing rains came and the winter snow had melted, and turned the broken mess into a mire.

Borgakh could hear shouting from the central bonfire of the camp, the one thing the orc men seemed to be able to work together to maintain. The stumps of the trees used to feed it stuck up from the ground where thick copses used to be.

“We should go around the side to the gate,” she said.

Olur continued to lead Kharagh down the slope to the main entrance of Mor Khazgur. “We meet our fates head-on, like Malacath commands, Borgakh. I for one won’t slink in like a thief to my own stronghold.”

Borgakh sighed, her stomach starting to knot. Coming home to Mor Khazgur used to be a source of comfort, a safe refuge from the harsh environment of the Reach.

Father used to be here.

Now every time she approached she had to run a gauntlet. Kharagh snorted at the mud, picking his feet up high with each step.

I don’t like it either, old friend, she thought and reached out to pat his neck. We’ll be through it soon.

Olur pulled up sharply, peering down into the crowd below. Borgakh followed his gaze, and saw what had caught his attention.

An orc leading a spotted mule and a human man were at the gate to Mor Khazgur.. They were surrounded by angry orc men. Borgakh could see some reaching for weapons.

“Pit, that’s Pavo and Gat-” Olur said before breaking into a ground covering jog, throwing Karagh’s lead at Borgakh. Borgakh swore and followed him, pulling a protesting Karagh behind her and loosening her knife in its sheath as she did so.

The mud was slippery and it was difficult going; Olur quickly outpaced her, breaking a trail through both the muck and the crowd. As he reached the knot at the gate, the shouting crescendoed and one of the orcs struck the human across the face, knocking him into the logs of the palisade.

The orc leading the mule was on the one who had struck the blow in an instant, his larger mass bearing the other to the ground with a thud that Borgakh felt through her boots. Olur had reached the man, and hauled him to his feet just in time as the orc men formed a circle around the grappling pair, stomping their feet and yelling encouragement and insults.

The orc that had assaulted the man was one of the newer arrivals; Borgakh did not know his name. It would probably not matter in a few minutes, not with the way Gat was driving his fist into his face.

Despite the blows he was taking from Gat, the other orc managed to get his axe free from his belt and swung it at Gat’s head. Gat intercepted the blow, and with a practiced twist jerked it out of the other orc’s hand and flung it away. Several of the onlookers were forced to jump out of the way as the axe flew by at eye-level.

Borgakh pushed her way to Olur and Pavo. Pavo’s brow was split and bleeding. The mule let out an anxious bray as the crowd grew wilder, adding to the din.

“We just came to trade-” Pavo was saying, swaying on his feet despite bracing himself on Olur’s arm.

“Can you get him inside?” Olur asked, transferring Pavo’s grip from his arm to Borgakh’s shoulder.

Borgakh, who had just grabbed the mule’s lead to prevent it from bolting, looked at him in annoyance. “How many hands do you think I-”

“Stop this at once!”

The authoritative voice cut through the noise and chaos, and in a few moments silence had descended on the crowd.

Gat landed another blow before standing, and turned to the stronghold.

Sharamph, Wise Woman of the stronghold, stood on one of the scaffolds that lined the inside of the stronghold defenses. She surveyed the assembled mass of orc men with a sneer.

“The wives of Mor Khazgur are still in seclusion. Fighting over the Chieftainship before it has ended is an affront to them and the Code!”

“I apologize for the disturbance, Wise-Woman,” said Gat, ignoring the other orc who was just now staggering to his feet. “I have no desire to fight for the leadership of Mor Khazgur, merely to extract the Blood-Price from the one who insulted my blood-kin.”

“And are you satisfied?” Sharamph asked.

Gat now looked over at the orc he had bested. Blood was oozing from his nose, and smeared around his mouth. Borgakh guessed he would wear the bruises of his defeat for a fortnight at least.

Gat looked over to where Pavo was leaning against Borgakh, holding a hand to his head. “Yes, I am satisfied.”

“If they aren’t competing for the right to be chief, then send them away! They have no business here.” Ansug gro-Yufethz, one of the first to arrive and declare his intention to fight for the right to be Chieftain of Mor Khazgur, stepped forward, and addressed Sharamph. “If you allow unrelated orc men in your stronghold during seclusion, then what meaning does that word have?”

“He is not an orc, and he has come to trade,” said Sharamph, indicating Pavo. “We need supplies after the winter, and the miners of Kolskeggr have always trusted our smithy for their tools. If you deny him entry you are only weakening the stronghold you wish to lead.”

Ansug narrowed his eyes and glared at Pavo, but after a moment relented. Borgakh was relieved - he was the largest and most influential among the candidates for Chief, and if he agreed, the others were likely to do so as well.

“Very well. The Imperial can enter for trade. But the orc must stay outside!”

Sharamph nodded once and disappeared behind the pointed timbers of the stronghold wall.

“Gat, I don’t like this-” Pavo said as Gat returned to his side.

“I’ll be fine,” Gat said, quickly removing a pack and a bedroll from the mule’s back. “I’ve slept in rougher places than this, you know that. I’ve got rations and our tent, and there’s no elves slinging firebolts at us. What more could I want?”

“But-”

“Olur, I think Juniper lost a few nails from her near-hind shoe in the mud.” Gat interrupted Pavo. “Will you be able to take a look while Pavo trades with Shuftharz?”

“Of course. Take him inside, Borgakh.”

The heavy gate swung open as Borgakh clicked to Karagh and Juniper. Pavo was standing on his own now, and Gat put a hand on his arm and bent down to whisper something in his ear. Pavo nodded and Gat gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder before hefting his pack and bedroll and disappearing into the crowd.

As she passed through the threshold of the gate, Borgakh felt tension she had not realized she was carrying leaving her neck and shoulders.

“Ghamorz, get the packs from the mule and bring them inside,” Sharamph said to the orc that closed the gate behind them.

“Do you really think Gat will be alright out there?” Pavo was already turning around and was staring at the closed gate. He opened his mouth to say something more, but was interrupted by Sharamph gripping his chin and turning his head in order to cast an experienced eye on the cut over his brow.

“This will need cleaning,” she said. “Come with me.”

“Thank you, ma’am, but I should really see to Juniper first-”

“Borgakh will see to your animal. Your goods will be safe in the longhouse, but your blood is still flowing; much more and Gat will be compelled to extract more from that idiot to make up the difference.”

[commandantacademy]

Commandant Academy: The Best NDA Training Academy for Defense Aspirants

The journey to join the Indian Armed Forces requires dedication, discipline, and expert guidance. Commandant Academy, a premier NDA training academy, is committed to shaping the futures of defense aspirants by offering specialized coaching for various defense-based services. From preparing for the prestigious NDA - SSB interview to guiding students through various defense entrance exams, Commandant Academy stands as a beacon of hope for those seeking to serve the nation.

This blog explores the courses offered, the unique coaching methodology, and why Commandant Academy is considered the best academy for NDA preparation.

Courses Offered at Commandant Academy

Commandant Academy offers a wide range of courses to cater to the needs of defense aspirants at different stages of their preparation. These courses are meticulously designed to cover every aspect of defense entrance exams and interviews.

1. SSB Interviews

The NDA - SSB interview is one of the most challenging phases of the defense selection process. It evaluates candidates on various parameters, including leadership skills, communication abilities, and mental agility. Commandant Academy specializes in preparation for SSB interviews, offering personalized coaching that focuses on the Officer Intelligence Rating (OIR), Picture Perception and Description Test (PPDT), and Group Testing Officer (GTO) tasks.

Our comprehensive SSB interview program provides students with in-depth knowledge of the five-day selection process, including psychological tests, personal interviews, and group tasks. With Commandant Academy, students develop the confidence and skills needed to succeed in the SSB interview.

2. NDA (National Defence Academy)

The NDA exam is one of the most sought-after defense entrance exams in India. It opens the door to joining the Indian Army, Navy, or Air Force. Commandant Academy offers an extensive coaching program that covers the NDA syllabus, including Mathematics, the General Ability Test (GAT), and preparation for the SSB interview.

Our NDA training academy ensures that aspirants not only excel in written exams but also ace the rigorous NDA - SSB interview. The SSB interview is a crucial part of the selection process, and at Commandant Academy, we focus on grooming students for this all-important interview through mock interviews, group discussions, and personality development sessions.

3. NDA Foundation Course (11th & 12th)

Commandant Academy’s NDA foundation (11th and 12th) program is designed for students who aim to join the NDA immediately after completing their schooling. This course covers the CBSE curriculum and simultaneously prepares students for the NDA entrance exam.

The NDA Foundation (11th and 12th) program focuses on building a strong academic base while also preparing students for physical fitness tests and personality development. This foundation course ensures that students are NDA-ready by the time they complete their school education.

4. CDS (Combined Defence Services)

The CDS exam is conducted twice a year for recruitment into the Indian Military Academy, Officers Training Academy, Indian Naval Academy, and Indian Air Force Academy. Commandant Academy offers comprehensive coaching for the CDS exam, ensuring students are fully prepared for every subject, including English, General Knowledge, and Mathematics.

Our best academy for CDS interview preparation program helps students excel in both the written exam and the subsequent SSB interview. We offer personalized coaching for each stage of the CDS selection process, helping students achieve their dream of joining the Indian Armed Forces.

5. CAPF (Central Armed Police Forces)

Commandant Academy provides an extensive CAPF exam preparation strategy that covers every section of the exam, including General Ability and Intelligence, General Studies, and Essay Writing. The academy also focuses on preparing students for the Physical Efficiency Test (PET) and Medical Standard Test, which are critical components of the CAPF selection process.

Our CAPF exam preparation strategy ensures that students are well-equipped to face the challenges of the CAPF selection process and emerge successful.

 

6. AFCAT (Air Force Common Admission Test)

The AFCAT exam is the gateway to joining the Indian Air Force as an officer in the flying, ground duty (technical), or ground duty (non-technical) branches. Commandant Academy’s AFCAT exam guide covers every aspect of the exam, from Verbal Ability to Numerical Ability, Reasoning, and General Knowledge.

Our AFCAT exam guide also includes comprehensive coaching for the Air Force Selection Board (AFSB) interview, ensuring students are well-prepared for the final stage of the selection process.

7. Air Force (Agniveer)

The Agniveer recruitment process is a special initiative by the Indian Air Force to recruit airmen for various technical and non-technical branches. Commandant Academy provides expert coaching for the Agniveer exam, covering all subjects, including Physics, Mathematics, and English. We also focus on physical fitness training, ensuring students are prepared for both the written exam and the physical fitness test.

Why Choose Commandant Academy?

1. Expert Faculty

At Commandant Academy, we take pride in our highly experienced and qualified faculty members who specialize in defense coaching. Each faculty member brings years of experience in coaching students for defense entrance exams and interviews, ensuring that students receive the best possible guidance.

2. Comprehensive Study Material

Our study material is carefully curated by defense experts and covers every aspect of the syllabus for exams like NDA, CDS, AFCAT, and CAPF. The material is regularly updated to reflect the latest exam patterns and trends, ensuring students are always well-prepared.

3. Personalized Attention

At Commandant Academy, we believe in providing personalized attention to every student. Our small batch sizes allow for one-on-one interaction with faculty members, enabling students to clear their doubts and receive individual guidance.

4. Mock Tests and Practice Sessions

We conduct regular mock tests and practice sessions to help students assess their progress and identify areas for improvement. Our mock tests are designed to simulate the actual exam environment, helping students build confidence and reduce exam-related stress.

5. Physical Fitness Training

Physical fitness is a crucial aspect of defense exams. Commandant Academy offers specialized physical fitness training to prepare students for the physical tests that are part of exams like NDA, CDS, and CAPF. Our fitness trainers provide personalized training programs to help students achieve the required fitness levels.

6. Personality Development

Personality development is an integral part of the preparation for the SSB interview. At Commandant Academy, we offer personality development sessions that focus on improving communication skills, leadership qualities, and overall confidence. These sessions are designed to help students excel in group discussions and personal interviews.

Conclusion

Commandant Academy is more than just an NDA training academy—it is a place where dreams of serving the nation come true. With our expert faculty, comprehensive coaching programs, and personalized attention, we have established ourselves as the top NDA coaching in Patna.

Whether you're preparing for the NDA - SSB interview, aiming to clear the CDS exam, or looking for the best academy for NDA preparation, Commandant Academy is your one-stop destination for all defense-related coaching. Our commitment to excellence and our proven track record make us the best choice for defense aspirants in Patna and beyond.

Choose Commandant Academy for your defense career, and take the first step toward serving your nation with pride.

For More Info: https://commandantacademy.com/

[himedanshicult]

Hi! What's your opinion on Hersh Goldberg-Polin, Eden Yerushalmi, Carmel Gat, Alex Lubnov, Ori Danino and Almog Sarusi?

On 5 April an inquiry into the events around the kidnapping of Efrat Katz, a resident of Kibbutz Nir Oz, one of the communities targeted by the attack, examined a variety of video evidence and testimony of witnesses. It said the evidence showed that one of the helicopter gunships fired at a vehicle in which gunmen were travelling and which the evidence also suggested had hostages in it. "As a result of the fire, most of the terrorists manning the vehicle were killed, and most likely, Efrat Katz … was killed as well," it said in a statement. It said the investigation showed that the hostages could not be distinguished by existing surveillance systems. "The commander of the air force did not find fault in the operation by the helicopter crew, who operated in compliance with the orders in a complex reality of war," it said.[77]

(...)

A report by a UN Commission published in June 2024 found that the Israel Security Forces used the Hannibal Directive in several instances on October 7th. In one example, a tank crew confirmed that they had applied the Hannibal Directive when they shot at a vehicle suspected of carrying kidnapped Israeli soldiers. The report also said that in two instances, Israeli forces "had likely applied the Hannibal Directive," resulting in the killing of up to 14 Israeli civilians.[78][79]

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Hersh Goldberg-Polin, 23 Eden Yerushalmi, 24 Carmel Gat, 39 Alex Lobanov, 32 Ori Danino, 25 Almog Sarusi, 26

The world failed you, and I am sorry. May you finally know peace.

No more words. Anger and disgust, and endless sorrow.

[Mikhail Iossel]

+

Yesterday evening. I went to a wedding. Yes, a wedding. It is prohibited to postpone a wedding for almost any reason. I even know of one that took place the day after the bride's parents were killed in a traffic accident. It sounds absurd. And it feels absurd. But there's wisdom in it, just like the Talmudic ruling that if a bridal procession and a funeral procession meet, the funeral procession must cede the way for the bridal procession. Life takes precedence over death.

I have known the groom since he was about 7 years old. And his parents are very dear friends of mine. But they have also been close friends with Jon Polin and Rachel Goldberg. The four met before either couple married.

And yet, they had to proceed. Not because of all the arrangements. Because it's a religious obligation.

Since October 7, we have added to all our prayers one for the freeing of the hostages. And it was included as they stood under the bridal canopy. And then we sang together:

"Our brothers,​ our brothers, the whole house of Israel, who are given over to trouble or captivity​, whether they abide on the sea or on the dry land: May the Omniprese​nt have mercy upon them, and bring them forth from distress to flourishing, from darkness to light, and from subjectio​n to redemptio​n, now speedily and soon."

And then we danced. And danced and danced and danced. To help the bride and groom rejoice is also a commandment obligation, a mitzvah. And we fulfilled it.

The bridegroom and bride and their families were glowing.

Amid the darkness.

Jewish weddings are all about redemption. Each new home we create is like a small reflection of the Temple, part of its rebuilding. The Temple and Jerusalem. We sing a verse from Jeremiah, known in a gross oversimplification as the prophet of doom over and over and over: "And yet will be heard in the towns of Judah and the outskirts of Jerusalem, the sound of merriment and the sound of joy, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride." Indeed, the wedding was held at a kibbutz in the hills just outside of West Jerusalem.

I've written before that joy can be a powerful form of resistance. Last night, we resisted. Another home was created. And the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride were heard once again in the towns of Judah and the outskirts of Jerusalem.

And now, in a few hours, I will go to Hersh's funeral.

[Ori Hanan Weisberg]

+

Rachel Goldberg-Polin: "Ok sweet boy, go now on your journey. I hope it's as good as the trips you dreamed about, because finally, my sweet boy, finally, finally, finally, finally you are free.

I will love you and I will miss you every single day for the rest of my life, but you're right here. I know you're right here. I just have to teach myself how to feel you in a different way.

And Hersh, there is one last thing I need you to do for us. Now I need you to help us stay strong and I need you to help us survive."

[mikhail iossel]