#energy tablets for men

[ayuvyaayurveda5]

Enhance your bed potential  with ayurvedic medicine for stamina

This ayurvedic tablet is the package of nutrients which assists men in strengthening and improving their stamina, it works as a total game changer which facilitates improvement in vigour and overall health. This helps in improving men’s performance in bed and enhances their reproductive health. With the power of several nutrients Fizzhim can help you with improving your mental well being and let you stay active and healthy. 

Boost your stamina: 

Fizzhim, ayurvedic medicine for stamina understands that stamina involves a lot more than just existing; it's about blooming. It combines common Ayurvedic guidance which helps in making it the greatest ayurvedic tablet for muscle strength. The secret is to specially select components that function collectively to boost your level of endurance,  and improve your overall ability to endure fatigue. 

Passion at Bedtime

Fizzhim is your secret weapon for the bed time when you want to illuminate the bedroom with excitement. Fizzhim's exclusive composition which  increases your sexual desire and transforms you into an energetic powerhouse, ensuring that your nights are just as exciting as the rest of the day. Its carefully chosen chemical substances collaborate well to improve blood flow, increase sensitivity, and awaken the earliest day's urges. 

Muscle Power: Awaken Your Hidden Hero

Life is about greater than simply patience; it additionally involves strength, assisting you in boosting expensive weight as well as raising your morale. Fizzhim the ayurvedic stamina booster isn't satisfied with inadequacy. This Ayurvedic vitality and endurance tablet can permit you effortlessly drive your aspirations to greater height.

Mental Well-being: 

Fizzhim also helps in improving mental stamina by enhanced stamina and strength, this will help in  empowering to confront difficulties with more courage and smile.

Reproductive Wellness: 

Along with improving your energy levels this additionally improves your reproductive health, offering that the biological help to  sturdy, healthy pulse.

Unexpected Perks:

Fizzhim is not just solely an ayurvedic energy and stamina booster. It also wonders at boosting stamina and converting you into a muscle-bound, it additionally offers an array of unexpected benefits, including the following:

This ayurvedic stamina booster aids in fostering trust and guarantees you are physically satisfied and exhibit confidence throughout circumstances. This ayurvedic stamina booster assists in transforming your total performance and allows you to shine each and every time through offering an opportunity which promotes improvement in stamina, enhances muscle power, and delights your bedtime experience. 

Enhance the effects of Fizzhim: Harmonize with lifestyle changes

Along with the intake of herbal tablets it is also important to intake a healthy and balanced diet full of fruits and vegetables which provides your body proper nutrients and helps to boost stamina and alleviate all other features and provide quick and healthy results. 

This stamina booster ayurvedic medicine for boosting stamina and strength will activate its effective and quick working by your potential help by regular exercise or practice yoga for at least 20-30 minutes every day to preserve an active, fit body and high spirits.

How to use this herbal supplement capsule

It is essential to follow the appropriate guidelines for consuming this capsule for a more effective and quicker effect. Fizzhim tablets can be taken by dissolving the tablet in 200 ml of water and thoroughly dissolving the tablet in the water to avoid any blockage in swallowing the tablet. Furthermore, the raspberry flavor will convince you to drink the healthier water without compromising your taste.  

Conclusion

It is important to remain energetic throughout the day to carry the tasks efficiently and effectively. Having low energy levels can have an adverse impact on one's sense of ability and confidence and this adventure tablet or ayurvedic stamina booster helps pack with the goodness of essential nutrients, vitamins, minerals and sometimes a unique blend of potent herbs which are lab tested and have no side effects. These nutrients herbs provide an instant surge of energy and restore vitality in men. Elevate your stamina, magnify your muscle power, and ignite the passion in your bedroom – all with the irresistible charm of Fizzhim!

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[manlymethod]

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Why Do Men Need Multivitamins?

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[grey-sorcery]

New to witchcraft? Awesome! Here's some things that you should avoid:

Divine [insert gender] or Sacred [insert gender]

Wicca (Especially "Wicca is ancient" bs)

Anything from Lewellyn Publishing

Visualization used as if it was energy work

Godphoning (talking to a deity for someone else, especially when it's non-consensual)

Spirit Animals

Spirit Shops

Spirit impreg

"Raising/higher Vibrations"

Contemporary/Western Reiki

New Age / Age of Aquarius

"Ascended Masters"

"Reptilians" (Aliens/pre-human terrestrials)

Emerald Tablets

Theosophy

New Thought

Anything related to Aleister Crowley

The Kybalion

"One True Way"

Witchcraft requiring a womb

"Men can't be witches" (Especially if they include trans women in this statement)

The Law of Attraction/Assumption

Spells purely with correspondences (Most spell candles/jars)

Appropriation (Dreamcatchers, Lilith, "Qabalah" or non-Jewish Kabbalah, Chakras, Kundalini, Yoga, Western Druidry, White Sage, voodoo, Hoodoo, etc outside of appropriate cultural context.)

"Black" or "White" magic

"Fae Council"

Claims of being a changeling

"Witchcraft requires sacrifice"

"Blood magic makes spells more powerful"

Reality Shifting

Magic/theology that requires self-harm

"Coven" (Especially if it's online)

If you see anyone endorsing anything on this list that is highlighted red, BLOCK THEM immediately.

Here is a list of things you should pursue!

[reader-wandering18]

Yuu Hunter x Hunter

Strange beasts and monsters. Vast riches, hidden treasures. Terrible places, unexplored frontiers. Mysterious and unknown.

People who are drawn to the magic of those words are known as HUNTERS.

Yuu Freecs, a boy from a vast, cruel and mysterious world, came to Twisted Wonderland.

What was a boy doing at Night Raven College?

Freecs' adventures leave his friends speechless. His kind personality reaches out to all students, including those who are not human.

The first time he arrived at Night Raven College was a moment that surprised everyone at that prestigious institution.

— A child? — Why did the dark mirror bring a child?

— Say your name.

— AMAZING, A TALKING MIRROR!

His surprise and excitement were reflected on his face. The scream he gave let the most observant ones see that he was someone curious and full of energy.

— Another Cheka — Leona sighed tiredly

— What kind of gel use to keep your hair like grass? — Vil commented upon seeing his black hair with green tips. He felt like combing it himself.

If someone young like him was at Night Raven College, it was because he had really powerful magic, right?

Wrong. That child does not contain even a pinch of magic. Many could not believe it and others made fun of him, but the boy did not appear expressionless or scared.

— Magic? JUST LIKE IN THE FAIRY TALES MY AUNT MITO TOLD ME?! I'm really sorry I don't have anything like that big mirror! But I use something very different than magic!

He seemed strangely excited.

— Waaa that boy really has a lot of energy, he's the worst enemy of an introvert like me — Idia had said scared through his tablet.

After that revelation a cat burst into the room. Demanding Yuu's place.

— That cat also talks!

— I'm not a cat!

— Is that so? So you're a magical animal? Mmm I remember Kurapika told me that magical animals can talk. But you don't look like a Kiriko at all.

— What are you talking about kid? I am the great and powerful Grim!

The place caught fire and everyone started running and screaming. Among all the most outstanding was Kalim who got his butt burned. While the other dorm leaders were discussing who should catch the cat, suddenly, that boy appeared in front of them.

— Take it

— Nyaaaaa Let me go!

— !!

The dorm leaders were surprised to see Yuu in front of them when a moment ago he was in the center of the room. And in his hands he held Grim wrapped in Kalim's robe that was previously burning.

Even Kalim looked confused. Yuu appearing behind him, said he would borrow his robe and took it off without any difficulty.

— Sorry, I don't know how to extinguish the fire. Catching it was the only thing I could do.

That year would be very interesting.

In the dwarf mine, Ace, Deuce, Yuu, and Grim were resting on the outskirts of that place due to the mysterious appearance of an ink monster that forced them to retreat. Ace, Deuce, began to fight when Yuu's scream made them shut up.

— Don't worry!

They both saw how the child stood up with great determination on his face.

— They won't be expelled, I won't allow it. His dream is to study at that school. Right? If we work as a team we can beat him. Also, I can't allow you to disappoint your mother — Yuu said looking at Deuce — it must be very important to you as it is to me to look for my father.

Yuu's innocent smile made both young men leave for some strange reason strongly hit… in their ego. How could I let a child save their skin? That would be extremely humiliating!

In the end, they all returned to school with the magic stone in their hands. Thanks to teamwork.

— Being appointed supervisor at such a young age and just entering is a great achievement!

— Is-Is that so?

— Why do you look so nervous? You seem so confident when we were in the mine.

— It's just that… it's my first time in school

—……WHAT?!

Yuu explained to them how she came from another world and lived on an island called Whale Island. There was only one other child on the entire island but he didn't play with her. She never went to school but studied at home with the help of her aunt Mito.

— Hey, now that I remember. In the mine you mentioned your father, right? — Grim asked

— Or yes, he left me when I was a baby. I'm looking for him.

— Are you looking for him? Your dad left you, why do you want to go look for him?!

At that Yuu stopped which made the two teenagers who were after him do so as well. He turned around and they both noticed that in Yuu's gaze there was nothing like remorse for being abandoned. On the contrary.

There was a great curiosity in his gaze.

— My father is a hunter. I also became one, to look for him and to know the world that he chose instead of taking care of me.

Yuu smile while mentioning his father.

— Hunter?

— Hello!

— …Hello

Malleus was in Ramshackle taking his usual walk. He appeared in the dormitory as usual, but was surprised by a child who took him completely off guard the moment he appeared.

He had heard from Lilia about the arrival of a human child without magic at the school. Which surprised him. But he didn't expect to see him in the abandoned dormitory.

The child smiles at him

— My name is Yuu, Yuu Freecss! It's a pleasure!

Yuu extended his hand to what Malleus saw without being able to believe what the child was doing. But it was rude not to greet, so he shakes hands with the small human child.

— … Aren't you afraid of me?

— Mmm, It's true that your aura is strong, but I don't feel a level of threat like Hisoka.

— What are you talking about? I don't know that Hisoka… Don't you know who I am?

— No, I'm sorry. — said the boy somewhat embarrassed.

His reaction seemed genuine, there was nothing like malaise or fear. It reminded him in a way of Silver when he was younger.

— Do you live here?

— Yes, along with a cat named Grim

With each answer that Malleus gave him he could see it. That boy seemed to have so much energy.

— I see. It's a pity, I liked to take night walks around here since it's very quiet. But I guess I'll have to look for another place.

— Seriously, I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to take away your place to explore!

Yuu shouted while bowing in apology, that causes Malleus to become more curious about the human child.

— It's okay, it's not your fault that you live here. Well, I'll take my leave.

— Wait a moment.

But Malleus had disappeared in a bunch of bright lights.

— Wow, that’s amazing — Yuu said, catching one of those lights in his hands.

— I couldn’t ask him his name.

Malleus appeared in another part of the school. He felt a little dejected that his favorite place was occupied, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t get that kid out of the place. He looked up to see how high the moon was until he remembered.

— Now that I think about it. Lilia said that humans should sleep to have energy the next day, or they will have health problems. But that human child was awake at this time.

While, outside the dormitory, Yuu was practicing his NEN.

My Hunter x Hunter fever came back!

The first time I saw it I was very young, two or three years younger than the main characters, time has passed and now I'm older than them buuuu 😭.

Gon is my number one main character. With that personality that I met at the beginning of the anime it was love at first sight. I'm sure that if I met Malleus they would be great friends because you know. Gon being Gon.

This anime was my second Shonen and the only one I managed to stay faithful to until today. No matter the years, for me Hunter x Hunter will be the best anime.

YES YOU CAN TOGASHI!

This idea started with a fanfic of the boys' reaction to a Yuu from different worlds, including Hunter x Hunter. I liked it so much that when I wanted to read it again I realized that they had deleted the fanfic :'v that was found on Wattpad. To get that thorn out of my side I had decided to do this. I'm thinking about whether to make more parts or not. In case you noticed, I'm a person with a lot of ideas, but I never manage to finish a story.

[the-moon-files]

So I have tried to request this prompt from someone else but I don't think their blog is that active anymore. If your willing I'd love to request the following.

Prompt: Reader is bisexual and gender neutral.

Reader is considered fairly attractive and gets flirted with pretty often by basically whoever gender wise. And maybe reader and Zelda even end up flirting a little bit. Reader would have a similar lackadaisical flirty personality as Warriors has.

I wanted to see how each of The Chain would react to this with the context of them having secret feelings for the reader.

2nd official request, woo look at me go 🏃💨

Sun: Gender-neutral Reader (”you”/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Zelda (Assuming they meant BOTW), + the classic Chain of Links <3

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, mild typical loz violence, Mildly Suggestive, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

so i like to think that modern flirting is radically different than their medieval flirting,

like mayyybbeee Wild can handle it, but even then, they have royalty/knights still, so hes still gettin flustered lol

and i like to think u learned that difference the first time Wars complimented ur new/strange modern fit, and u returned the energy?? except 10x stronger (to them)??

youve played the player, and beat him at his own game, the Captain of the knights is sputtering and shit LMAO

(he said smth like, “their beauty is god-like in this otherworldly clothing“ and YOU said smth like he’d “thank you, youd look better in my bed than in armor 👉 😎 👉 ” lmao)

funniest part is, bc its so natural, i can see u immediately shooting off smth and forgetting it instantly, much to the Links collective shock 😭

u go to towns and notice theres always 1 hero around to steer u away from shopkeepers, townsppl, etc so u wont flirt w/them LMAO

(when u finally notice, u just, “ohh i get it now, so im only allowed to flirt with someone named Link, ohhh, okayy” and they just, “NO we didnt say that-!” “No its just their bold flirtations are not for the weak of heart-!” “Yes.” “CAPTAIN-”)

the only one who they cant steer u away from is Zelda.

afterall, they kinda have to inform the Princess/now Queen of the kingdom, whats going on w/them traveling with Link (Wild) around time and space

the sheikah tablet had been disconnecting + reconnecting to Purah’s both fascination and worry

so as theyre invited to eat dinner and explain in the rebuilding castle, everyone’s absorbed in shadow talk or smth, and u can see Zelda’s struggling to follow along, u just casually bring it back to her, as she’s also trying to write notes and theyve moved on too quickly w/o her

“wowww, all these men and not a single one’s gonna offer the lady any, ‘hi, hello, how is the most beautiful girl in the world today?’ “

and the gapingggg from the links shut them right up, while Zelda goes all pink and coughs, and agrees that they should move on to more chill topics lol

and u can crack anybody tbh, Zelda giggles at ur compliments all the time, even in work mode, u can deffo get Wars to blush to his ears, and even Time to look away first in a flirty + staring contest lol

Legend might actually put his hands up like he’s prepared to fight u anytime u try to flirt at him when its just you two, before he realizes what hes doing and stops LMAO

oh and u absolutely get a lot of mileage out of that one lol

the best reactions have gotta be, in order of most to least extreme: Hyrule, Sky, Wild, Four, Legend, Twilight, Wars, Time

Rulie, Sky, Wild and Four fall into that classic, shocked-heart-eyes, full blush up to their pointy ears, etc category when u get them,

they are also very easy to get lmao

Four is the best at recovery, or ducking away, but if its the Colors, its this type of obvious lol, w/the obvious ones like Red and Blue, Green takes a little more to break, and tbh Vio could go toe-to-toe w/u better than Wars tbh before he crumbles under the pressure lol

Legend, Twi, Wars, and Time faces may not change a lot, bc theyre trying to save it lmao, but the way their cheeks go pink and ears twitch is how u know ur gettting to them (along w/legend’s defensive reaction to getting cornered LMAO)

Twi has caved and covered his face w/his hands before lmao

one day youll get Time to break more than an ear twitch, and looking away, One Day.

(Wind is in fact, having the time of his life, watching you absolutely hilariously wreck these otherwise v serious heroes, hes glad u got them to finally relax a little, but also its hilarious seeing Wars and Legend red faces, and occasionally stealing Wild’s tablet to take funny pics of them all to blackmail later lol)

☆

idk how good that was, as im kinda bust at flirty banter between characters, so i hope this suffices ur need to flirt w/everyone lol

also i feel i should apologize for not rlly including pronouns? it just kinda comes w/writing reader stories to put them in 2nd person to both make intimacy for readers w/their little avatar im controlling for them, and to purposefully remove the need for gendered pronouns :/

so im sorry i couldnt quite figure out how to make it where “they/them” got used much, i promise i love all pronouns, its just a skill issue tbh lmao

btw

send any prayers, blessings, or good vibes u got my way tomorrow bc im getting wisdom teeth surgery and i am intimidated✨

ill post more asks (i have multiple asks!! <33) after im lying in bed lamenting my painful fate,

mostly just worried ill react badly to the drugs, also the idea of being knocked out during surgery is a little scary so what can i say

have a great weekend guys!! thanks for reading if u did :)

Peace out,

🌙

[the---hermit]

18|10|2023

Today I was more productive than I expected to be. I have been struggling a lot with focusing, and today it wasn't an exception, but I still crossed out all the tasks of my daily to do list. Autumn is definitely here, the temperatures got very low, and we also got the first rain today. Tomorrow it's going to be a bit annoying to commute if it will rain again, but I am not too mad at finally having proper autumnal weather. I am walking around the house wrapped in a blanket at all times, but that is my regular form for most of the year. I am still feeling a bit stuck with my crochet project, so I am trying not to force myself, because it's a hobby and not a job, but at the same time I would like to pick it up again because since my energies are so low I am spending more of my free time watching digital screens and it's not ideal. The thing is that I would normally read in my free time to shut off my brain and relax, but right now I am way too tired to also read in my free time. I end up listening to podcasts which are fun, but if I am not crocheting while doing that I am either playing some mindlss games or coloring on my tablet, which is still a digital screen, and my eyes aren't happy about it. I am thankfully getting a bit of reading done with graphic novels since I have decided to reread the first five volumes of Something Is KIlling The Children, but I feel like I haven't found the right balance for my free time yet.

Cozy hobbit autumn activities and productivity:

read first thing in the morning

daily Irish practice on duolingo (after creating yet again a review plan to go alongside the units I have not worked on yet. Because of course right after I was done with my big review they changed everything and now everything looks different and there is some vocab I never worked on)

listened and wrote notes for a lecture of my power practices and men theories class

finished reading and highlighting the article I had to read about The Merchant Of Venice

updated my reading journal

worked on a series of future bookish posts

continued listening to the mistholme museum podcast (which I am really enjoying! I found out about it quite randomly because it was recommended to me on spotify, but now I am really invested in it)

packed my backpack for class tomorrow and picked out an outfit already (being nice to future me so they won't have to worry about it tomorrow)

reorganized my sweater drawer

📖: The Book Of Lost Things by John Connolly, Something Is Killing The Children vol.2 by James Tynion IV and Werther Dell'Edera

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Made For Him X

Warnings: this fic includes dark content including rape/noncon, blood and gore, violence, death, grief, and other potential triggering elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Peter finds himself alone after the loss of those around him, so he decides to find a cure to his grief.

Characters: Peter Parker

Note: I'm sorry it's been so long.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.

Love you all like Garfield loves lasagna. Take care. 💖

The Creation

The night swathed you in moonlight. The silver gleam held your eye through the open window, the noise of the ocean crashing in from the shore. Behind you, he snored. Deep snorts and long exhales. A rhythm that unsettled you. A peace he stole from you.

He kept telling you it would feel better. That you could enjoy it too. But you didn’t. Not when he tried again. And again. And again.

It still hurt. Your insides ached and your thighs were raw from the friction. Your eyes were still wet and would not dry, no matter how much you wiped them. You could not sleep. You found that task as difficult as ever.

You rose and looked at Peter. His naked torso was pale above the tangled blanket. You remembered his strength, him pinning you to the bed even as you writhed and told him how much it hurt. Did he not hear you? Did he not believe you?

You touched between your legs. It was still slimy there. An odd sensation you disliked. You went into the bathroom and washed yourself. That only made the pain worse.

You put on a nightgown and left Peter to sleep alone. He was your friend, your best friend. You loved him, but you felt something else. Something you couldn’t name.

The tablet was where he left it. You picked it up and exited the video he made you watch. It was worse than in the movie. That woman seemed happy, you didn’t fell happy.

You sat and winced as your own weight sent a pang up through your body. You eased yourself against the armrest, letting the pressure off your bottom, and curled up as you cradled the tablet and looked for a movie to watch. You stopped at Casablanca but before you could click, you saw another movie above.

You focused as you sounded out the words; the other movies you know mostly by the pictures. ‘The Br-ide…of… Frank-en-steen.’ You tilted your head. You’d never heard of that before. The cover was black and white and a scared looking woman with tall hair looked out at you. 

A bride? Would you marry Peter now? He said he loved you and you loved him. He kissed you and did other things with you. You would ask him tomorrow.

You hit play, curious to know who Frankenstein was and why his bride seemed so frightened. You leaned the tablet in its case on the table and nestled down with a pillow. Your body was heavy from what he did. From what you did. 

The movie was confusing. There was a dead man who turned out to be alive and a monster with a squared head. Men take a woman’s body from a grave and tell the monster she will be his mate. You watched, unnerved but bound by the storm raging. The Doctor worked to put together a woman from the dead.

You sat up. You could not look away. The woman in her bandages was slowly unveiled. You felt the scars around your body; the stitched at shoulder and wrist, around your neck. As the bride is revealed, your world was bared fully before you. You knocked over the tablet as your chest knotted tightly.

You lumbered around the room and turned on the light. You looked at the square mirror hung by the door. You examined your face and the scarring all over you. How your scalp didn’t match the rest of your head. It could not be true. You were being foolish.

You pulled away your hands and looked at them. These were always your hands. They were always this big. Never small like a child’s. You were never a child. You don’t remember being small. You only remember being like that. 

A crack of thunder rolled through the sky and shook you. You pulled your hands down to your sides and watched the windows light up. You were never a child. You were not a woman. You were not like Peter. You were what he made you.

He made you.

He made you. 

You backed up as the eerie music plucked from the tablet, distant from the front room. You spun, afraid, of yourself, of this world. Who were you? What were you? A monster! A monster!

Why would he do that? Why would he curse you? Why would he make you this hideous thing? Why would he make you only to cause you pain? 

You turned to the door and ripped it open. You did not think before you dashed out into the darkness. You did not stop or even try to. You ran and ran and ran. Away from Peter and his lies.

🌙

You chased the sunlight. The morning came bright and yellow as you stumbled upon the outskirts of pale buildings with square tops and long windows. You’d never seen anywhere like that yourself. You’d only seen towns and cities on the screen. There was only the house on the shore. That was all you’d ever known. All that Peter ever let you know.

You walked along a street and took in the sights. A man emerged from a door and didn’t seem to notice you passing. A dog ran around in a fenced yard and you watched him pick up a stick. You went closer and reached your hand out to offer a pet. The animal sniffed and retreated as if struck. You recoiled and carried on.

A woman and a stroller passed. You noticed how she looked at you. You must have looked odd. No shoes and all.

You heard voices trailing you and turned to see a group of three following you. They stared and spoke in low tones. You kept going, turning your head to see all that you could. You didn’t know where to go next. You didn’t have anywhere to go. You only knew Peter and he would be mad to find you gone. And you are mad at him too. Yes, that is how you felt; mad.

You got further and heard more voices. A wall that seemed to surround you. The street opened up and you found rows of booths, vendors selling fruit and trinkets, as people mill about. It was just like a film!

You rushed forward to look at a shiny display. Rings set on cushions and long golden chains sparkling in the sunlight. A shadow shifted above you and you looked up at the man. He spoke in a language you don’t understand. As he saw your face, he stepped back and his mouth fell open.

You frowned and he just gaped. You looked to the other man behind the same table and he made a motion with his hand, muttering low on his breath. You turned and saw the three strangers who followed you there.

You shook your head and continued to the next booth. There you received a similar reaction. A woman cried out and a child blubbered. You touched your face then tore your hands away to examine your skin.

Hideous creature! 

You spun and looked around you at the faces, at the bodies closing in, words you couldn’t understand. Coming towards you, circling you, like in that movie. You remembered how they shot the monster after he saved that girl. No, no, no.

A woman touched your arm and you howled. You shoved her away, shrieking as you batted away another hand. They talked to you in their twisted words, their strange language. You backed up until you hit the booth. Cornered, you searched frantically for an exit.

You grabbed the edge of the table and pushed back. It scraped on the ground and moved as you stepped back on your heels. Your terror mounted and all at once, you turned and threw the table away from you. It flew over the heads of the vendors and landed against a car.

The crowd went silent. They stared, terrified. Of you!

You shielded yourself with one arm and fell into step. You ran and ran without looking back, ashamed, scalded by their rejection. You didn’t want to hurt anyone. You just wanted to look.

The Creator

He stretched his arm out, disappointed to find an empty bed. His eyes opened slowly, staring at the yellow plaster above. He spent months on the solution, on making sure he never woke up alone, and here was.

He planted his hands and pushed himself up. The curtains stirred with the morning breeze, the scent of the sea drifting in. Naked still, he rose and covered himself with a pair of linen boxers. 

He paused as memories of the night before came to him. He gripped the doorframe before he could pass through as his pelvis squeezed at the thought of her around him. She felt amazing. The perfect fit for him. Maybe she could make it up to him. After all, she did leave him all alone.

As Peter reached the top of the stairs, he heard an odd shrill music. Instrumentals that make the soul uneasy. He descended to the first floor expecting to see her through the open archway, watching one of her films. He followed the melody and found the tablet on the floor.

He bent to pick it up and read the title card above the button, ‘watch again’. The Bride of Frankenstein. His heart plummeted. He flipped the case closed, locking the tablet and muting the music. No, even if she watched it, she wouldn’t figure it out. She couldn’t.

He dropped the tablet on the sofa as he went back into the hallway. The door is ajar, just an inch or so, letting in a slat of sunlight that shines blindingly against the mirror. He stumbles forward and rips the door back all the way. He sees the remnants of footsteps in the dirt. No, no! Where could she go? She couldn’t have gotten far.

He retreated inside. He would have to go find her. He was faster, he knew this world better, she couldn’t get far. He sprinted up the stairs and dressed. He tidied his hair and sat to tie his shoes. He grabbed the phone he hid in the safe. It flashed with an alert. The ones he always swept away and ignored.

‘Attention Avengers. Anomaly in Lerici. Call to investigate.’

Shit. How long had she been gone? It didn’t matter, it was long enough to draw attention. He unlocked the phone and tapped the notification. It brought up a case file and a video. He could tell by the angle it was taken on a cellphone.

Fuck! His creation, his precious, was there, panicked and terrified. She pushed through a table and stormed away, her movement clumsy but overpowered. People screamed and swore. They thought she was a monster. She wasn’t. Not to him.

He took a breath. There at the bottom of the alert, a checkmark stood beside the words; responder deployed. That meant Peter was on the clock. He had to find her before whoever they sent did. Well, he was here and they had to get there.

Besides, Spidey was always good at finding where the trouble was.

[secularbakedgoods]

Move Fast and Break Things

(M/M, horror/dark romance, 6100 words. A mercenary is hired to rescue a group of hostages from a tech billionaire's personal cult.)

“Is the idea to lay low and blend in?” Corinne dropped into a plastic patio chair across from him. “Because I’m pretty sure you’re the only guy within ten miles under the age of a hundred.”

“This is where people go to retire,” Victor replied. “I’m retired.”

“You’re thirty-four. Men your age don’t retire. They’re just unemployed.”

Corinne didn’t order anything; after years of observation, Victor had determined she subsisted entirely on mineral water, air, and spite. She drew a tablet from her shoulder bag and stabbed at its screen with fingers like spiders’ legs. “What do you know about Cameron Spalding?”

“Not much.”

Corinne slid the tablet across the table. She’d always possessed a sense of the theatric that lent itself well to manila folders and grainy photo printouts, severely undercut by the relentless march of technology. On the screen was a photo of a middle-aged man with an air of carefully cultivated dishevelment: Cameron Spalding, American citizen, 47 years old. Net worth somewhere in the billions.

“Tech guy?” Victor guessed.

“On the financial side. Brought his trust fund in on a few ventures that paid off big.” Corinne propped her elbows on the table and leaned forward. “Spalding’s getting weird. Last year, he bought an acreage out in the Rockies and started hiring armed guards. Stayed pretty quiet until recently.”

She was waiting for Victor to ask what happened. He didn’t, just to annoy her.

Corinne huffed, and continued: “A van full of civilians on a camping trip went missing a few weeks ago. Once someone got around to tracking the GPS, it turned up at the edge of Spalding’s little mountain fortress.”

“Why are you talking to me about it?”

“Spalding has friends in D.C.,” Corinne said. “Those friends are pretty reluctant to call the cops on their nice, wealthy, all-American pal Cameron Spalding. Meanwhile, it turns out one of the missing civilians is Skylar Cantrell.”

“As in Cantrell Energy?”

“Yep. Emmett Cantrell is very motivated to get his granddaughter back.”

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[dazailover4ever]

Part 1: The Rift Between Worlds

Summary: As the CEO of a billion-dollar company, your life is defined by power, precision, and control. But when a curse shatters your reality, you’re pulled from the boardroom into a world of sorcery, danger, and a man who defies all logic—Gojo Satoru.

Stranded in a universe that shouldn’t exist, you must navigate the unpredictable landscape of Jujutsu High while searching for a way home. But with every step deeper into this world, the lines between duty, fate, and something far more personal begin to blur.

Can you find your way back to your life, or has this new reality already changed you?

The journey begins, but the ending is anything but certain.

The soft glow of the moon peeked through the curtains of your office, casting a silver light across your desk. Stacks of papers lay before you, all neatly organized yet untouched for the past hour. Your eyes, however, weren’t on the documents that demanded your attention as the president and CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the world.

Instead, they were locked on the anime playing on your tablet.

You sighed, allowing yourself a brief escape. Being the head of a billion-dollar empire came with unrelenting pressure, expectations that weighed heavily on your shoulders. The world saw you as the definition of power and control, but in moments like these, you found solace in the fictional worlds you adored.

In the dim light of your office, you clicked onto the next episode, smiling as your favorite character delivered a line you’d heard a thousand times but never tired of.

Then it happened.

The air in the room shifted. You felt a sudden, unnerving pull in your chest. The tablet fell from your hands, the anime fading into background noise as an invisible force gripped you. Your vision blurred, and panic surged through your veins as the room around you distorted.

“What…what is this?”

Before you could comprehend what was happening, darkness enveloped you.

Your consciousness returned slowly. The sensation of rough stone beneath your hands was the first thing you noticed, followed by the chill of the wind against your skin. Your head pounded, the remnants of the strange force that had pulled you still lingering in your body.

As your vision cleared, you blinked, taking in your surroundings. You were no longer in your office. Instead, you found yourself in a dimly lit alley, the soft hum of a city you didn’t recognize surrounding you.

“Where…where am I?”

Standing up slowly, you rubbed your temple, trying to shake off the dizziness. The buildings around you were old, yet unfamiliar, and the air carried a sense of unease that set your nerves on edge.

“This…this isn’t my world.”

Before you could dwell on the unsettling realization, you heard footsteps approaching from behind.

“Oi, you lost or something?”

You spun around, coming face-to-face with a tall figure clad in a black uniform. His silver hair gleamed in the moonlight, but what caught your attention most were his eyes—well, his lack of visible eyes. A blindfold covered them, yet he seemed to be looking straight at you.

“You don’t have cursed energy,” the man said, tilting his head, curiosity dripping from his tone. “So, how’d you end up here?”

You blinked at him, still trying to process the strange situation. “Cursed energy? What are you talking about?”

He smirked, stepping closer. “Well, that’s new. Most people either run or attack when they see me.”

You narrowed your eyes, your instinct to regain control over the situation kicking in. “I don’t know who you are, but I need answers. Where am I?”

He chuckled, seemingly amused by your demand. “You’re in Tokyo, but I have a feeling this isn’t the Tokyo you’re familiar with.”

Your heart dropped. The Tokyo you knew didn’t have cursed energy or strange men with blindfolds. Something was terribly wrong.

The man’s voice broke through your thoughts again. “Name’s Gojo Satoru. I’m a teacher at Jujutsu High, and you, well…” He grinned. “You seem to be in a bit of a bind.”

Gojo led you to Jujutsu High, your mind racing with questions that refused to settle. As you followed him, you couldn’t help but be drawn to his carefree attitude, despite the weight of your situation. You had never met anyone like him before—someone who exuded such overwhelming power and yet acted as though nothing could touch him.

At the entrance to the school, a group of students gathered, each of them glancing curiously at you. One with pink hair—Yuji, Gojo introduced—stepped forward.

“She’s not a sorcerer, right? So…how did she end up here?”

Gojo shrugged, leaning against the wall with a smirk. “That’s the million-dollar question.”

You felt a surge of frustration bubble up inside you. “Can someone just tell me what’s going on? I don’t belong here. I need to get back to my world.”

Gojo’s smirk faded slightly, his tone becoming more serious. “It’s not that simple. If you were pulled here by a curse, it’s going to take some time to figure out how to send you back.”

You clenched your fists. You didn’t have time. You had responsibilities, a company to run, a life that depended on you. And now, you were stuck in a world you barely understood.

Over the next few days, you found yourself stuck at Jujutsu High, the unfamiliarity of it all gnawing at you. Gojo had taken an interest in you—whether because of the mystery surrounding your appearance or simply because he enjoyed your company, you weren’t sure.

“You’re handling this pretty well for someone who got yanked out of her world,” Gojo commented one afternoon, leaning back in his chair with a lazy smile. “Most people would be freaking out by now.”

“I don’t have time to freak out,” you replied curtly. “I need to figure out how to get back.”

Gojo tilted his head, his expression softening. “You don’t have to shoulder everything on your own, you know. Let us help.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. There was something about him—despite his lighthearted nature, there was an unspoken understanding between the two of you. As if, in some way, he knew what it felt like to carry the weight of an entire world on your shoulders.

Still, you pushed the thought aside. Getting attached to these people, to this world, would only make leaving harder. You had to stay focused. You had to get home.

But as the days passed, and as you spent more time with Gojo and the students, a small, dangerous part of you began to wonder if maybe—just maybe—leaving wouldn’t be as easy as you thought.

You kept to yourself for the next few days, trying to adjust to the reality that this wasn’t some bizarre dream. You had indeed been yanked from your dimension, thrown into a world where curses existed, and people like Gojo Satoru and his students had to fight them off.

Every night, as you lay in the unfamiliar room you had been given at Jujutsu High, your mind wandered back to your office, to the responsibilities piling up in your absence. Your father’s empire, needed you. You were irreplaceable. Who would step in for you? Who would ensure your billion-dollar company wouldn’t collapse under the weight of its own success?

But even as you thought of your home, you couldn’t help but notice the pull that Jujutsu High had on you. Gojo, with his infuriatingly smug attitude, was a puzzle you found yourself drawn to. His students, although younger and less experienced than you in life, had a kind of strength that intrigued you. And for some reason, despite your determination to return to your universe, you found yourself standing at the training grounds each day, watching them practice.

One morning, as you stood on the sidelines, Gojo approached you with his signature grin.

“Enjoying the show, Boss Lady?” he teased, leaning casually against the wall next to you.

You crossed your arms. “You can call me by my name, you know.”

“I could,” he said, shrugging, “but ‘Boss Lady’ suits you so well.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was a warmth to his teasing that made it hard to stay annoyed. “What do you want, Gojo?”

He straightened, that ever-present smirk still in place. “You’ve been watching for a while now. Why not get in there and try it out for yourself?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What, you want me to fight curses?”

Gojo chuckled, shaking his head. “No, but I could teach you some self-defense techniques. Never know when it might come in handy.”

For a moment, you considered his offer. Back in your world, you had dealt with ruthless business competitors, people who would do anything to undermine your success. Learning how to protect yourself in a world filled with literal monsters seemed like a logical next step.

“All right,” you said finally, “I’m in.”

Gojo’s smile widened. “Great. Let’s start now.”

Training with Gojo was both exhilarating and frustrating. you had never been in a situation where physical combat was necessary. You were used to outsmarting your opponents, not fighting them head-on. Gojo, on the other hand, made it look effortless.

“That’s your problem,” he said, blocking one of your punches with ease. “You’re thinking too much. You need to react.”

You scowled at him. “It’s hard not to think when you’ve never done this before.”

He laughed, sidestepping your next attack with that infuriating grace of his. “And here I thought you were good at handling pressure.”

You glared at him, your frustration building. “You know, it would help if you weren’t so smug about this.”

Gojo’s grin softened slightly, and for the first time since you met him, you saw a flicker of something more serious in his eyes. “I’m not trying to make this harder for you,” he said quietly. “But if you’re going to survive in this world, you’ll need to be prepared for anything.”

His words hit you harder than you expected. This world was dangerous—more dangerous than the cutthroat corporate world you had dominated for so long. Here, power wasn’t just about money or influence. It was about life and death.

“Okay,” you said, your voice more determined. “Let’s go again.”

After hours of training, you sat on the ground, exhausted but satisfied. Gojo stood nearby, watching you with a mixture of amusement and something else—something you couldn’t quite place.

“You’re a fast learner,” he said, offering you a hand.

You took it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. “Well, I don’t plan on being stuck here forever, so I might as well make use of the time.”

Gojo’s grip tightened slightly before he let go, his expression unreadable. “Right. Getting you back to your world.”

There was an unspoken tension between the two of you, but you pushed it aside, focusing on the bigger picture. Gojo had been helping you, but there was still so much you didn’t understand. About this world. About the curse that brought you here.

About him.

That evening, you found yourself sitting outside, staring up at the sky. The stars looked different here, even though you knew it was still Earth. Everything felt foreign, yet oddly familiar at the same time.

“You know,” a voice said behind you, “I used to do that a lot too.”

You turned to see Gojo standing a few feet away, his blindfold still in place but his head tilted up toward the stars.

“Do what?” you asked.

“Stare at the sky,” he replied, walking over to sit next to you. “When I was younger, I’d look up at the stars and wonder if there was something more. Something beyond all this.”

His words surprised you. Gojo rarely talked about himself, always deflecting with jokes or sarcasm. But tonight, there was a vulnerability in his voice that caught you off guard.

“And what did you find?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

Gojo smiled, but it wasn’t his usual smirk. “I found that no matter how far you look, the only thing that matters is the world right in front of you.”

His words lingered in the air, and for the first time since you’d arrived in this world, you felt a sense of connection. Not just to this place, but to him.

You turned back to the sky, your heart heavy with the weight of his statement. “I don’t belong here, Gojo. My world…it needs me.”

Gojo was silent for a moment before he finally spoke. “I know. But that doesn’t mean you can’t live in this one for a while.”

The two of you sat in silence after that, the unspoken tension between you growing stronger with each passing second. You knew you had to leave. You had to get back to your world, your responsibilities. But as you sat there next to Gojo, you couldn’t help but wonder if leaving this world might be harder than you thought.

End of part 1

[aerascreamer]

Me, You and Regret

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Major Character Death

Chapter 3: A Scream

Chapter: one | two | four (TBA)

Damian waited by the sidewalk with Tim leaning on his shoulder. He managed to get the older vigilante down from the roof and called Father to come and drive them home in the Batmobile. As the streetlamps highlighted Red Robin’s face, Damian noticed that he had his characteristic lost-in-case-solving expression while he bounced his injured leg out of habit.

“Stop moving your leg. And what are you thinking about?” Robin asked with a huff.

“Tonight’s fiasco reminded me of something, but I can’t wrap my mind around what…”

“You should be focusing on not worsening your leg’s condition.”

Tim let out a loud grunt of annoyance.

“I had a building explode in my back and singe my hair off. A stab wound is nothing, I’ll be fine.”

“You’re lucky that stab wound didn’t cut your femoral artery!”

The rumbling of the Batmobile’s engine cut their discussion short. The vehicle sharply took the corner and stopped with a loud screech in front of the two young men. Batman jumped out of the cockpit and turned to them, eyes piercing right through his acolytes even when hidden behind the white lenses of the cowl.

“Status report,” he ordered while wrapping one of Tim’s arms over his shoulders.

“Red Robin and I were observing a weapons deal when Red Hood arrived on the scene,” Robin declared.

“He made a deal to retrieve a dangerous gun from War World and managed to bug one of Two-Face’s men,” Tim added. “But his arrival triggered a brawl. I got injured and Red Hood had to carry me and Robin out, losing the gun in the process.”

Batman grunted in response. Damian entered first into the Batmobile before Batman set Tim next to the youngest vigilante. After a quick scan of the wound dressing, Batman sat behind the wheel and closed the door. As the car sped up, Robin grabbed a medical kit from the back of the vehicle and changed Red Robin’s already soaked wound dressing. Tim grabbed a tablet left by someone else on the car’s back seat and started browsing through the files, leg bouncing again.

“Drake, stop moving your leg.”

The young man stopped, but not before giving Damian a middle finger. Damian flipped him the bird back.

“Boys,” Father scolded without taking his eyes off the road.

The rest of the drive remained silent. Damian tried his best to halt the bleeding, but Tim’s movements started slowing down, either due to lack of sleep or blood loss. He almost let out a sigh of relief as the Batmobile entered the tunnel leading to the Cave. Soon enough, the floodlights of the base’s main room came into view. Batman quickly parked the car and jumped to his feet to open the back door and grab Tim with a practiced fluidity; years of caring for his brood had automated the motion.

The three vigilantes rushed to the medbay to be greeted by Alfred preparing all the tools necessary to close Tim’s wound. As Father set the boy down, Alfred turned to Damian, brows frowned in focus.

“Are you injured Master Damian?” Alfred asked.

“I am fine.”

“You should put ice on your nose,” Tim pipped up.

“I don’t need-”

“Go get some ice,” Father said. “Don’t let it swell.”

Damian huffed but obliged. He reached for the mini fridge of the Cave and stared down at the content inside. There were energy drinks, cakes, pastries, leftovers, and even a bowl of cereal… Back at home, the fridge was pretty much empty since so few people came back to base each night.

Damian quickly grabbed an ice pack from the freezer section and blinked fast to stop his tears. He found a chair on his way back and set up again in the shadows. Alfred and Father made quick work of Tim’s wound and helped him sit up once a proper dressing was in place. Still clutching the tablet from the car, Tim frowned at the screen and bit his lower lip, eyes darting back and forth now that he took off his mask. Then he held the device above his head with a triumphal shout.

“Found it!”

“What did you find?” Alfred asked.

“The case I just remembered!”

Alfred raised an eyebrow but didn’t push the discussion further.

As Tim leaned back in the bed, tablet set on the nightstand, Father motioned Damian to follow him. The two headed for the second cot of the medbay and Damian sat on its foot before his father took the icepack and started examining his nose. He carefully brushed the young boy’s face as he looked at the bruise, eyes sharp and focused. It always surprised Damian that these hands could be so gentle when treating injuries or comforting people. Yet, they could rain fists upon fists onto enemies who hit one of the Bats a little too hard. Finally, Father let out a satisfied sound.

“Nothing’s broken, though a bruise is starting to form. Any bleeding?”

“No. But it’s swollen, and I can’t breathe very well.”

Father let out a hum.

“Keep the ice for the moment. Then you should hit the shower and go to sleep.”

Damian nodded. He watched the man as he cleaned up the med bay before deciding to check on Tim. As he peaked behind the curtain surrounding the bed, he saw his brother already asleep, his chest rising steadily. Damian sniffed in disapproval. Tim coould fall asleep extremely fast and at the most incongruous place on Earth, so he should be taking advantage of this fact instead of drinking monstrosities after monstrosities. The young boy let out a deep sigh and headed upstairs for his quarters.

-

A loud explosion

A sinking ship

A bloody cot

A fading heartbeat

A shredded uniform

-

Damian jolted awake. His heart pounded against his ribcage and blood rushed to his temples. Using a breathing technique from Mother, he managed to calm down his body and shrug off the nightmare. The boy whipped the sweat off his forehead and sat on his bed for a few minutes when he noticed a silhouette in the darkness stretching under his desk.

Alfred the cat stared at him, eyes glowing with intelligence and wary. Damian got up and headed towards his cat when the feline arched his back. The boy stopped and crouched to see Alfred eye to eye. The cat’s eyes narrowed with clear suspicion despite the unchanging expression. Alfred must have realized Damian’s scent didn’t match the Damian from this dimension and didn’t trust the intruder pretending to be his human.

It stung, as Damian really wanted to take the cat in his arms. The boy opted to lie down on his belly, putting his chin on his crossed arms.

“I’m not him, but I swear I would never do anything to hurt you,” Damian said as softly as possible in Arabic.

Alfred narrowed his eyes, swishing his tail. Damian sighed and headed for the window. With the cat’s appearance, Damian decided he could take care of a major plot for the plan immediately instead of later. He climbed down the vines attached to the wall leading to his chamber and headed as silently as possible to the barn located further away in the Manor’s grounds. He unhooked the planks locking the two massive doors closed and stepped inside.

The familiar smell of hay and animals caught his nose. It reminded him of the time he took care of his pets in the company of his siblings but also of the Kent farm, where Jon often took him to spend the holidays. Damian couldn’t thank him enough for lending the Fortress’s technology that allowed him to dimension hop.

Deep in her sleep, Batcow didn’t twitch as Damian passed her stall. And with the flap of leather wings, Goliath landed in front of Damian from his perch. The red demon bat sniffed Damian and tilted his head in confusion. Damian carefully put his hand on the beast’s snout.

“I’m not your Damian but… I really need your strength.”

-

The morning light filtered into the Manor’s kitchen. Damian stood next to Alfred as he watched the man prepare breakfast. The familiar smell and motion soothed him, which didn’t help his mind still groggy with sleep.

“Is it ready?” Damian asked.

“Almost, you can wait at the table Master Damian.”

With a yawn, Damian took his seat and kicked his feet in the air as he pondered his plans for the day: Since it was Saturday, Damian didn't have to worry about school, so he should be taking advantage of the free time to investigate all the family’s activities. He already knew Jason would be leaving Gotham for a mission in two weeks and hoped to use that fact to his advantage. Maybe fabricating a lie that Jason had to cut all communication for this mission could delay the time it will take for the Bats to figure out his scheme enough...

A loud yawn snapped him out of his thoughts. Father stepped into the kitchen, the dark patches under his eyes matching his black shirt.

“Hi, did you sleep well?” he asked.

“My nose’s bothered me for a while, but I’m fine now.”

Father nodded and leaned back into his chair when Alfred brought the breakfast. As they ate in silence, Damian looked at the empty chairs around the table. Regret tugged at his heart to see how the family in this universe doesn't come by often at the Manor too. But Damian hoped to fix that once he will be back home.

After a few minutes, Tim stepped in the kitchen with a crutch to take off some weight from his bad leg. The young man looked exhausted with his hair all over the place and mismatched pyjamas. But at least he wasn’t as pale as the night before. He headed for the table when he took notice of Damian and stopped dead in his tracks.

“Get off my chair Damian,” he ordered with an exasperated tone.

Damian only stared at him.

“Bruce, tell him to move.”

“Father, tell Drake to take any of the free chairs.”

The older man pinched the bridge of his nose and hid behind his newspaper. Tim sighed in defeat and took Dick’s chair. The group ate in a rather comfortable silence for once, instead of the tense atmosphere following the reveal of major secrets. Satiated, Damian left the table and decided to head for the Cave.

The boy quickly made his way down the stairs, and as he headed for the Batcomputer, he heard the echo of someone whistling. He followed the sound to the armory and saw Jason packing different items into duffle bags.

“What are you doing?” Damian asked.

Jason turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

“Looting dear old dad for my out-of-town mission?”

“Aren’t you supposed to leave only in two weeks?”

“Maybe I am. Maybe I lied.”

Damian squinted.

“Then when are you leaving?”

“That’s not something I want you or Bruce to know.”

“Why?”

Jason rolled his eyes and went back to stealing.

“I know he’s going to be a jerk when comes to my plans and preperations. I am not in a good headspace right now to deal with it. And why are you so worked up about this?”

“Because I want to know my teammates whereabouts. What kind of leader will I be if I don’t?” Damian replied and crossed his arms.

Jason laughed and closed his bags.

“Sure, little demon,” the young man said while ruffling Damian’s hair.

The boy swatted his hands and pretended to be offended. But his heart tugged as he realized how much he missed those kinds of gestures.

-

Damian went over his plan once again as he held onto Goliath’s fur. The dragon silently glided over the city and with the moon hidden behind the thick cover of fog and clouds, no one would notice him. As the red bat approached the borders of Crime Alley, the boy took a deep breath to clear his mind. He wished he had more time to prepare, but with Jason’s ability to pull the rug from under everyone’s feet, he didn’t have time to waste on mental preparation. Jason was still in Gotham, but Damian wasn't sure if he would leave in an hour or a few days, leaving him no choice but to take action tonight. Damian enjoyed the coolness of the wind before Goliath decended. As the bat-dragon reached his lowest point, the young vigilante jumped off his back.

Robin landed with a forward roll on a high rooftop. Surprisingly for the neighborhood, everything was silent. Usually, Crime Alley always buzzed with gunshots, car chases, and restaurants completely swarmed by customers or people holding conversations from window to window in the middle of the night. From what Damian gathered, Red Hood had been extremely active the past few weeks, probably putting as many criminals as he could out of commission before leaving the town. But although it made the boy uneasy, the silence could work in his favor for his plan to get his second older brother.

He wandered around the perimeter while keeping as close to the walls and shadows as possible. He listened for any cue of the Red Hood’s whereabouts when a couple of gunshots ran. Robin headed towards the noises as people shouted, threw projectiles at each other or traded blows before the silence fell back. The vigilante peeked down at the street below him and caught the unmistakable red shine of Jason’s helmet. Dread danced in Damian’s stomach, but he pushed down all his worries as he dropped down to the floor and screamed.

He poured all the built-up pain, restlessness and worry from the last few days into his acting as he writhed and shredded his vocal chords. Soon enough, heavy steps landed on his roof and rushed toward him.

“What the- Robin! Status!” Red Hood shouted as he kneeled next to Damian. “What happened?”

The young boy kept screetching, hoping his brother wouldn’t see past his charade.

Jason grumbled a few colorful words before holding Damian down with a firm grip. The boy felt hands poking at his face, neck and chest as the older vigilante checked for injuries that never existed.

“Nothing external. Hey, I need to take you back to the Cave to check for poisons, you hear me?”

Damian stilled his body, making sure to keep all his limbs limp.

“Shit-”

Jason lifted Damian in his arms and set him on his shoulder. The boy waited a few heartbeats and plunged a needle in the man’s exposed neck. He felt Jason’s body tense in surprise before he collapsed.

Damian managed to catch his brother’s head before it hit the floor and let out a clear whistle echo in the cold air of the night.

Then Goliath shadow swiftly carried him and his brother away.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Hunter Games: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Sam and Dean need Metatron thinking he has all the answers to the Mark of Cain. He's a giant bug that you'd love nothing more than to squish.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Dean hasn't left his room in two days. All he can do is sit in bed and think about both what he did to Randy and his men. Granted, you did the killing with him but this power scares him. It scared him when he first took the Mark and it terrifies him now. He's holding a picture of you and the kids and a drop of water splashes onto the glass.

He has no clue where his kids are but he hopes that they're okay. Wherever they are has to be better than being here.

He sighs and wipes his face clean of tears. When he runs into you, he doesn't want any hint that he's been crying. You'll become brutal and feed off the negative energy. He leaves his room and heads to the library where Sam and Cas are talking.

"She barely speaks to me," Cas sighs, sad about Claire. "She's like a wounded animal, just watching me."

"Look, you tried to do the right thing that night. You did. All Randy did was use Claire."

"She thought he was kind. For that, she loved him. It shows how little kindness was in her life. Whatever Randy did, he didn't deserve--"

"I know," Sam cuts him off. "Dean and Y/N have had to kill before, but that was--"

Okay, Dean has had enough eavesdropping.

"That was what?" Dean asks while walking into the library. "Call it what you want but that was a massacre. There was a time I was a hunter, not a stone-cold killer." Sam and Cas look at each other. "You can say it. You're not wrong. I crossed the line."

God, Dean can be so emotional sometimes. You're standing in the war room behind the wall so that they can't see you, but you can hear everything they're saying.

"This thing has got to go, and it has to be gone from Y/N, too. She did most of the killing. She was more brutal than I was. I can see she enjoyed it more than I did. We have to get rid of it."

You touch the spot where your Mark is in thought. You don't want it gone. You like the power it gives you. You'll kill a lot of people if they even think about taking this from you.

"That won't be easy," Cas says.

"Then burn it off! Cut it off! I don't care!"

"It's more than just a physical thing. It will take a very powerful force to remove the effect."

"Dean, we have been through the lore. There's nothing on how to remove it."

You smirk. You have to make sure it stays that way.

"This reaches back to the time of creation," Cas explains. "It may pre-date the lore. If we had the demon tablet, maybe, but it's missing." Sam and Dean look defeated so Cas tries to think of a different way to get information. "There may be another way."

"What?"

"You're not going to like it."

"When do I ever? What is it?" Dean sighs.

"We need Metatron."

"That asshat?" you scoff and walk into the library. "You want to bring the man who killed my husband into our lives again?" You smirk. "I might just kill him."

"You're not doing anything," Dean glares. "Sam and Cas are going to get him. You're staying here with me."

"Boo. You're boring," you roll your eyes.

The entrance to Heaven must not be far since they weren't gone for a long time. They came back with the most hated angel and placed him in the dungeon. He hasn't seen you or Dean yet, and you can only assume Sam is waiting for a dramatic moment to bring you two in.

"Now you can't put me in here. You rented out my room."

"Lovely room," Metatron grins. "It's where you bring the kinky chicks, am I right?"

"I'll ask the questions here." Sam puts angelic chains around Metatron to keep him there so he can't leave. Not that he wants to. He wants to see what will happen. "Your only job is to provide information."

"Well, information does happen to be a specialty. I've got about two billion fun facts up here," he points to his temple to indicate his brain. "Of course, whether I choose to cough one up or not is another matter."

"We need to know how to remove the Mark of Cain from Dean and Y/N."

"What? They're back? Because of the Mark? So, he's a demon?"

"No."

"Okay, what then?" Sam looks troubled which shows just how worried he is. "What, did he kill a human or something?" Sam crosses his arms and glares at him. "He's gone nuclear! Total, foaming-at-the-mouth, balls-out-maniac, nuclear! What about Y/N? What happens to a witch who takes on the Mark? Has she died yet?"

"Do you know how to remove it?"

"Maybe, but here's the thing. If you expect any help out of me, you keep that crazy brother of yours and your witch on a short leash."

"Buddy, I don't care what happens to you. You killed my brother," Sam glares.

Sam moves out of the way and that's when you and Dean walk into the room. Metatron is kind of scared but he tries to hold his composure. He looks you up and down and looks as if he is analyzing you.

"You don't have your magic anymore. You're soulless."

"You want to know the best thing about being soulless?" you ask and walk to the metal table with torture devices on it. You pick up the shiny angel blade and twirl it in your hands. "I can do this and not give a single fuck about it."

You pull your arm back and fling the blade at Metaron, grinning when it sticks into his shoulder. He can't go anywhere with being chains and all, but he convulses in his chair as he yells out in pain. Dean and Sam immediately go to you to hold you back otherwise you'd have done more damage. Dean holds you back while you use all your strength to get him off you.

"Let me go!" you scream. "Let me kill him!"

Metatron stares at you with fearful eyes but Dean removes you from the dungeon altogether. You're unhinged and he doesn't know what you're capable of.

"Keep her the hell away from me," Metatron cries out in pain when Sam yanks out the angel blade. "She's fucking psycho!"

"You know what, screw the Mark. Let's just kill him," Dean says.

"Boy, you two really are a mess. Who knew the Mark was so toxic? Well, I did." He looks at Dean. "It's going to own you sooner than later. It's already owned her."

"How do we get rid of it?" Sam asks.

"What, just like that, social hour's over?"

"Yes, so unless you'd like me to bring Y/N back in, I suggest you start talking."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on there, badass! Lighten up! Why do you just assume I'm not gonna be helpful?"

"You're a coward and a dick," Dean glares.

"But I'm your dick." Metatron ignores the coward part. "I have a special place in my non-heart for you three. I'd be tickled to help you pop this biblical zit. To do it, you are gonna need one specific thing. Your old bud--the First Blade."

"What?"

"As I said before, life is a bitch."

Sam and Dean leave the dungeon and you kick yourself off the wall when you see them.

"Is he dead? If not, can I kill him?"

"No," Dean says. You three walk to the library to speak in private. "I think we should get the blade."

"That is the single worst idea I've ever heard," Sam argues. "You two just whacked a whole house full of people, and that's with the Blade nowhere around. Now you wanna be in actual contact with it?"

"We don't know that I have to be in contact with it. All we know is that we need it."

"No, all we know is he says we need it. We don't even know what he wants us to do with it."

"One step at a time, alright? We play it safe, we learn whatever the spell is, and how it works, and we keep the Blade out of our hands."

"I agree with him. We need the blade," you say.

"Are you sure this isn't the Mark making you want the damn thing?" Dean takes out his phone. "I mean, why would we trust anything Metatron says?"

"I don't trust him."

"You don't tru--then what are you doing?"

"What's his game if he is lying? The Blade without me is useless. The Blade with me is trouble for him."

Dean makes a call and places the phone to his ear.

"What does he want?"

"I don't know, but if we weren't willing to take a shot, then what was the point of bringing him here?"

"Do you have a better idea?" you ask Sam who just sighs.

"Squirrel," Crowley answers over speakerphone. "It's been a while. Back to your former self?"

"Crowley. We need to meet ASAP."

"Where?"

"Somewhere in town. I'll text you." Dean hangs up. "Let Metatron sweat. He's not going anywhere. Come on."

Sam and Dean are forcing you to go with them because they don't trust you alone with Metatron knowing you might kill him. Plus, Cas is there to make sure he doesn't go anywhere. If Metatron has taught you anything is that he's scrappy. Crowley took twenty minutes to meet up with you but he came alone per Dean's instruction. Not like Crowley would have anyone with him.

"I need you to get the Blade. We might have a way to get the Mark off Y/N and Dean." Crowley is stunned into silence. "Really, Crowley? Radio silence? Say something."

"You want me to do what?"

"We need you to get the Blade."

"I don't think so."

"You don't have to give the thing to me or Y/N."

"No thanks."

"You're not listening. Get it but hold onto it until we need it."

"Moose, you're the sane one right now. Are you on board with this?" Sam nods. "You're fucking insane. You want me to procure the most dangerous weapon on the planet for Dean and Y/N Winchester, the two people who go mental every time they touch it! I thought you'd wanna go for a beer or catch a film."

"If this plan works--"

"It's not a plan," Crowley cuts Sam off. "It's a probable death sentence for me and my kind."

"If it works, it's better for you. Look, when the Mark is gone, the Blade can't operate. Win-win."

"It can't operate. It's hidden."

"Okay, the Blade might be powered down, but the Mark isn't. I'm doing everything I can to keep it together."

"Yeah, you're not really doing a good job at that. You're kind of pathetic," you say to Dean.

Dean chooses to ignore your hurtful jab.

"You think the body count is high now? Just wait. We're only going to get worse. We need the blade. We figure you stashed it somewhere far away."

"Damn right. It's in a crypt with my bones."

"Go get them."

"I hate Guam this time of year," Crowley sighs and disappears.

You three head back to the Bunker where Cas is in the library. Dean and Sam inform him what's going on but the angel isn't too fond of the plan.

"The First Blade is back in play and Crowley is the one getting it? I don't mean to be an alarmist, but you--"

"Save the lecture, Cas. When we screw ourselves we like to go whole big."

"This would be the Crowley who let the Blade turn Dean into a demon?"

"We kind of don't have a choice, okay? If we don't do this, I'm down the rabbit hole. Hear evil, see evil, do evil. The trifecta."

"I don't mind that," you smirk.

"Cas, look. Let us worry about this. You've got enough on your plate with Claire," Sam says.

"Trouble in paradise?" you ask.

"Claire is gone."

"Gone where?"

"I don't know, I should have stopped her, but I am certain that she is destined for more trouble and disappointment. She is so... so full of rage."

"Listen, man, if I could make it better I would."

"It's actually why I'm here. I was hoping you might reach out to her."

"Me?" Dean asks, surprised.

"Yes.

"I'm probably the last person she would wanna hear from."

"I thought there would be a connection. From one extremely messed up human to another, you could explain why you murdered her only friend."

"Oh, when you put it like that, okay," Dean says sarcastically.

"All I know is that she won't talk to me. I thought if she understood the kind of man Randy was and the danger she was in, she might... I don't know."

"What the hell, why not? Long shots seem to be the theme around here. I'm gonna go make a sandwich."

"I'll text you her number."

Dean leaves the room to make himself a sandwich in the kitchen, and you watch him leave with a suspicious look.

"You need to let Claire go. She doesn't want you in her life. Have you thought that by helping her, you're hurting her? You stole her dad from her. She hates you," you smirk and look at Cas.

"Why are you so calm about this? We're on a mission to get rid of the Mark. I'm not stupid. I know you want it," Sam says.

"Mmm, got me all figured out, don't you?" You get up and stalk over to Sam who shrinks back into his seat. "I'd love nothing more than the ram an angel blade into his heart. Do you know what's stopping me?" You point to the thing on your neck. "This because, apparently, I need babysitting. Putting this thing on me might have been the best thing you ever did because I would have killed you in your sleep already. Don't mistake my calmness for not wanting someone dead."

Dean hears the threat you gave Sam as he is making himself a sandwich. He sets the ingredients down when he gets a blinding headache. He bends over, rests his elbows on the kitchen island, and puts his head in his hands.

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The Doting Love Story's Female Supporting Role Has Quit - 19

Chapter 19: There Was No Trace of Humanity in Those Eyes

Nian Chaoxi saw her own death.

She stood in Kunlong Abyss with a sword in hand, her pale clothes dyed red by blood. She could feel that it was her own blood, but because the bleeding was too heavy, she couldn't tell where she was wounded.

She had never suffered such a serious injury or lost so much blood since she was a child.

Her sword was full of notches and was almost unusable, but she still held it.

The dark dragon lifted its huge head out from Kunlong Abyss. The seal under the Abyss was almost useless to restrain it. The bloodshot eyes of the mammoth dragon looked at her as if it were looking at an insect that didn't know its own limitations. Demonic energy so thick it was practically a physical substance danced around it.

Nian Chaoxi raised her head, and everywhere she looked that dark demonic energy densely covered the sky and Yuejian City both.

It should have been a full-moon night, but it was so dark that not a single beam of moonlight could be seen.

The massive dragon stared at her maliciously, and demonic energy arose from it, almost wrapping her up completely, making her unable to move or breathe.

The dark dragon was a vicious hunter who enjoyed watching his prey despair. He had seen enough of her struggles and the fear of death in her heart, so he prepared to give her a fatal blow.

But before that, it still said maliciously: "The so-called daughter of the God of War is nothing more than this."

Nian Chaoxi suddenly raised her head and sneered, "You are afraid of my father."

The evil thoughts surrounding her suddenly became agitated, and the dark dragon almost roared, "What is there to fear! He has been dead for more than 60 years. Now, his only daughter is in my hands, and I can kill you at any time!"

Nian Chaoxi wiped the blood around her eyes and laughed: "You are not afraid of him? Then why do you still find it hard to let it go?"

The dark dragon was enraged and attacked with its huge claws, but suddenly stopped when it was about to touch her.

It suddenly realized something and sneered, "You want me to give you a quick death? Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily."

Its voice was filled with demonic energy. Its huge head approached her and it said maliciously, "In order to get them out safely, you risked your life to hold me back. How great! How touching! But for what? You are here gravely injured and dying, and none of them came back to help you. Hahahahaha, little girl, how does it feel to die alone and abandoned by your comrades?"

Nian Chaoxi looked dazed for a moment, and the scenes that occured before she came to Kunlong Abyss gradually appeared in her mind.

Wu Yan entered Kunlong Abyss for the stone tablet left by her father and accidentally triggered the seal, but she didn't know that the young lord of Hexia City who manipulated her into entering Kunlong Abyss was actually possessed by a demon. She carried the seeds of demonic energy sown by the young city lord in her body, and she brought those seeds into Kunlong Abyss.

The moment she entered the Abyss, the seeds of demonic energy had already taken root here, nourishing the sealed dark dragon.

But this time, Nian Chaoxi did not arrive in time like her real self. When she arrived, the seal was already half broken.

She was forced to use blood magic to seal the dark dragon again.

After using the blood technique, her body quickly deteriorated and she was forced to stay in the medicine house to recuperate.

During the time when she was recovering from her injuries, Mu Yunzhi and his men confined Wu Yan, who had caused such a big disaster, but they did not reveal to the outside world who was to blame for the dark dragon almost breaking the seal in Kunlong Abyss that day.

So, during the period when she was seriously ill, rumors grew wildly like weeds.

——Nian Chaoxi's strength was not enough, so the dark dragon almost broke the seal and escaped. Now, she was even forced to recuperate because of re-sealing the dark dragon.

Nian Chaoxi, who had just been able to stand up, got very angry when she heard such rumors.

But that's all.

Before she had the time to demand an explanation, the demonic energy in Kunlong Abyss had already matured and grown stronger. The dark dragon used this demonic energy to break through the seal that was in jeopardy due to Nian Chaoxi's haste.

At the same time, the demonic energy in Kunlong Abyss and the evil thoughts coming from nowhere outside the city intertwined together, covering the entire Yuejian City overnight, forming a barrier that no one could break. Everyone was trapped inside the barrier.

Outside the barrier, Fentian, the only one of the Twelve Arch-Demons to escape from her father's hands, and now the Demon Lord, led thousands of demons to besiege the city.

There was the Demon Lord Fentian outside and a dark dragon breaking the seal inside.

The entire city was in danger.

At that time, Nian Chaoxi's body was completely broken because she tried to seal the dark dragon with blood magic again. She was like a teacup with a huge hole in it. Her life force was rapidly fading away, and she was already dying.

She was very clearly aware at that time that Yuejian City could not be saved.

And just as she thought, Demon Lord Fentian was the first to break into the city.

On that day, Yuejian City was defeated, the blood of mortals flowed like a river, and countless cultivators died in the battle.

Finally, Mu Yunzhi and his men used the City Lord's Mansion as a barrier to temporarily block the demon army.

Nian Chaoxi knew that they would not be able to hold out for long. She also knew that with the current state of her body, not only would they not be able to take her to escape, she would even become a burden to everyone.

At the same time, there were unusual movements in Kunlong Abyss. Nian Chaoxi knew that the dark dragon was about to take action. Once it did, they would not be able to defend themselves.

She propped herself up and sat in front of the dressing table, thinking for a moment, then picked up her sword in one hand and a few talismans her father had left her in the other.

Each of those talismans contained the full force of the God of War, and when worn on the body, it would be triggered when encountering deadly danger.

If they can't defend it, then they can only escape, but if they have these talismans, the chances of escape will be greater.

She brought the talismans to the main courtyard, wanting to see Mu Yunzhi again, and then let them leave as soon as possible with the talismans.

But she didn't see Mu Yunzhi, she only saw Wu Yan outside the door. Wu Yan said that Mu Yunzhi was still discussing countermeasures with others to prepare to meet the enemy.

Nian Chaoxi handed the things to Wu Yan and told her to have them escape as soon as possible with the talismans.

Wu Yan asked, "What about you? Where are you going?"

Nian Chaoxi thought about it and said, "Take Yan'er with you to escape."

Then she took her sword and went to Kunlong Abyss.

At least she has the blood seal and can use the blood magic technique once more. If there was anyone in Yuejian City who can hold off the dark dragon for a while, it was her.

If the dark dragon finds this place, they won't even have a chance to escape.

So she went to Kunlong Abyss.

Nian Chaoxi suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at the dark dragon in front of her.

The dark dragon sneered and said, "You have sealed me for more than sixty years, and this is the fate that befalls you!"

The next moment, her hands and feet were broken and she was thrown into the host of demonic beasts transformed by evil energy.

Ten thousand demonic beasts feasted upon her and she died in pain.

She "watched" the whole process from the perspective of a bystander, and only now did she suddenly understand what was reality and what was an illusion.

That's not the real her.

But even so, watching "herself" being devoured by thousands of monsters, the chilling feeling on her spine almost made Nian Chaoxi feel the same pain.

However, this scene, which was like a dream or an illusion, as if she had been pulled into the sea of ​​memories by the dark dragon, had not ended.

After "her" death, Nian Chaoxi saw from a bystander's perspective what happened after she handed the talisman to Wu Yan.

She was racking her brains thinking about how to help them escape successfully, while the other three were discussing how to protect Wu Yan, who had the weakest skills, and ensure her safety.

Zong Shu asked, "What about Xixi?"

Mu Yunzhi was silent for a moment then said, "I will stay and die with her. This is what I promised my uncle. You take Wu Yan away."

Everyone knew her current physical condition, and everyone knew that she wouldn't live long. It may be a month or two, or a day or two, or she may not even survive on the way to death.

Then everyone fell silent, and it was unclear whether they were feeling burdened or sad.

Nian Chaoxi also watched in silence, but she knew in her heart that this was already a sign of them giving up on her.

But there wasn't much emotion in her heart.

Then she saw what happened after her death.

The sections and paragraphs flashed by quickly like fragments of a novel.

She saw that Wu Yan, who had received the talismans from her, for some reason, did not tell anyone that the talismans came from her, nor did she tell anyone that she had gone to Kunlong Abyss.

So those who were rescued all thought that Wu Yan was their savior, and because they couldn't find a trace of Nian Chaoxi, not even her corpse, many people secretly believed that she had deserted the battlefield.

She saw Mu Yunzhi, who had claimed that he intended to die with her, was now beside Wu Yan.

She saw the God of War's Manual appear inexplicably, attracting the greed of the world.

She saw her ex-fiancé stir up trouble and obtain the God of War's Manual, and several years later, he finally became a God of War.

At that time, he and Wu Yan got married. At the wedding, everyone called Wu Yan the daughter of the God of War.

When talking about her, probably only a few people still remember her "desertion from the battlefield".

And all of these were squeezed into a short chapter of the novel she transmigrated into, from birth to death, and ended hastily.

That was her entire role in that novel, a supporting role who died in one chapter.

Nian Chaoxi once wanted to know very much how she died, but now that she knew, she just wanted to curse God.

She never expected that she would suddenly see the whole story of the novel at this moment.

As a result, Nian Chaoxi woke up alive with agitation in her heart.

After regaining consciousness, she felt something very hard, as if she was lying on a slab of stone. When she opened her eyes, the sky was pitch black without a trace of light.

Overhead, demonic energies were surging.

Nian Chaoxi was startled and stood up suddenly.

Everywhere she looked, demonic energy enveloped all of Yuejian City, almost identical to what she had seen in her dream just now.

A sentence appeared in Nian Chaoxi's mind.

The city was surrounded by demons.

However, it was still almost ten days away from the time when the siege of Ten Thousand Demons actually begins in the novel!

Why did it happen so suddenly? Was it because she went to Kunlong Abyss in advance? Or was it because she discovered the abnormality of Kunlong Abyss in time and re-sealed the dark dragon?

Nian Chaoxi didn't know why.

But now didn't seem to be the time for her to think about this.

She didn't notice it when she first stood up, but now she suddenly realized there was the strong smell of blood in her nose. At the same time, she heard heavy, beast-like breathing in her ears.

It was very dangerous.

Nian Chaoxi was startled and subconsciously took two steps back, then looked towards the place where the sound came from. At the same time, she remembered Yan Weixing was clearly there when she was lost consciousness. Why didn't she see him now? Did something happen to him?

As soon as this thought came to mind, a thick pool of blood appeared within her sight. On top of the blood, countless severed demon remains were scattered everywhere, almost forming a small hill.

Atop the hill, a man was half-kneeling, holding a sword.

Nian Chaoxi's eyes suddenly widened.

Yan Weixing!

His dark robe was soaked in blood, making it heavy and sticky. His head was lowered slightly and his expression could not be seen, but he was panting and growling like a wild beast.

Suddenly, he looked up.

There was no trace of humanity in those eyes.

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[eretzyisrael]

by Stacy Gittleman

Tlaib repeatedly used the term genocide — a term originally coined to describe the murder of 6 million Jews in the Holocaust — when describing the tragic deaths of Gazan civilians. All casualty figures from the now eight-month war come from the Hamas-controlled Gaza Ministry of Health. Leading urban war experts, including West Point’s John Spencer, repeatedly stated that the precautions Israel has taken to prevent civilian harm during this war not only surpasses that of any military in history, including the United States, but also go above and beyond what is required by international law, according to reporting from Tablet magazine.

According to reports from the Israel Defense Forces, 12,000 Hamas terrorists have been killed and most of these are men.

Tlaib also repeatedly delivered a message that providing Israel with military aid takes away from funding social issues that are important to her progressive constituents. According to the Committee for a Responsible Federal Budget, the federal government allocated about 1% of total spending to foreign aid. This is consistent with trends over the past 20 years.

According to the Congressional Research Service, the United States committed over $3.3 billion in foreign assistance to Israel in 2022, with $8.8 million allocated to the country’s economy and the rest toward the Israeli military.

All current military aid to Israel is part of the 10-year, $38 billion Memorandum of Understanding signed with the U.S. in 2016. The MOU supports updating the Israeli aircraft fleet and maintaining the country’s missile defense system. The agreement commits $500 million in missile defense funding and $3.3 billion in other military funding each year from 2019 to 2028.

In February, Congress passed an emergency package of military aid to Israel to the tune of $14 billion. To this, Tlaib decried the decision as “funding genocide.”

To the responses of “shame” from the audience, Tlaib said: “I watched my colleagues, one by one voting yes to send $14 billion to the apartheid regime. All I kept thinking is that the United States is the primary investor and funder of genocide. We are literally co-conspirators.”

Getting it wrong

Of local interest was Tlaib’s misleading claim that there is currently no lead-free drinking water for Detroit’s schoolchildren.

In 2018, lead and copper were detected in water from drinking fountains in many Detroit Public Schools Community District buildings. All drinking fountains were disabled and covered with garbage bags.

In 2019, according to Chalk-beat, over 500 water hydration stations were installed at every district school with built-in filters to purify the water from any lead or copper. The project was made possible by $3 million in donations from companies, foundations, organizations and individual donors. No taxpayer money was on the project.

Additional funding signed into law by Gov. Gretchen Whitmer in February 2024 provided $50 million in state funding to install lead-reducing water stations at schools and childcare centers throughout the state.

All state public schools and childcare centers must test their drinking water every two years, according to the Michigan Department of Environment, Great Lakes and Energy.

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Worldbuilding: Adventure Historians

How do people in your world keep track of the past?

Trust me, whether or not a human language has a past tense (a few don’t), people do keep track. Humans are social mammals, like wolves and vampire bats; and so we act, as behaviorists put it, “in anticipation of future reciprocation”. We expect that, for better or worse, whatever we give of our time, energy, and resources, we should eventually get back. That means we have to keep track of what we did, who we did it to, what we anticipate in return, and who didn’t give back when they were supposed to. And that, in a nutshell, means keeping track of history.

Or if you want to look at it from a cultural rather than a biological perspective, history is the ultimate gossip-fest. “Did you hear what they called Duke William before he conquered England? William the Bastard, that’s what! Why, his mother was just a tanner’s daughter....”

Yes. That is actual history.

Too often, these days, history is taught as if it’s all dusty old men digging around in even dustier old books to dredge up and drone on about facts, figures, and battles nobody cares about anymore. This is a horrible lie.

Okay, I do have to grant the whole digging around in dusty books part. (Books, papyrus, cuneiform tablets....) Also dusty newspapers. And microfiche. Baptismal and funeral records. Recordings of people’s oral history. Archaeological reports, and even digs, when you can link a site to a known historical incident. Or even just sometimes, “this site shows structures, possessions, and typical populations of this area and time”. Good historians try to find any information about the time, people, and event they’re researching, so they can gather as many accurate facts (and even some they know are in dispute) as possible.

And then they try to pull it all together into a coherent whole of, “this is what I think happened.”

Good historians tell a story.

So the fantasy trope of adventurers tracking down a loremaster who then tells them the warning tale of the ancient kingdom’s fall, and where those monsters and treasures were thought to have gone afterward? That scans.

The only thing is, instead of all those tomes on the shelves being spellbooks? They’re probably historical chronicles, records of taxes, special pleadings to be relieved of taxes due to famine/war/what have you-

(A necromancer raised the whole graveyard and we had to pacify thousands of ghosts, Boss, it was horrible-!)

-Weird court cases, and all the gossip the loremaster and his predecessors could coax out of the royals and town mayors going back the last five centuries. Oh, and all the loremaster’s notes, likely fluttering across desks and shelves like a trail of raven-scattered pages, weighted down by skulls, glass orbs, and one really neat rock.

(If it’s an SF setting the scatter may be less physical but I’m sure no less eclectic. Also there will be physical notes. Historians get paranoid about having records for the future that last!)

In your setting, someone knows history. Officially or otherwise. Which leads to all kinds of adventure hooks. Who knows where to find the hidden item, or heir? Who even knows what questions to ask?

On the other hand, maybe your main character is the historian, out to fill in a hole in the records and find out exactly what happened when that meteor hit....

[wheelin-after-midnight]

11.

Do you have a laptop or desktop?

Laptop, but I just use a tablet right now. My laptop is very old and needs replacing but I haven't done so yet.

Do you own any television series box sets?

I own Golden Girls in full. I have a few seasons of Law and Order: SVU, the third season of King of Queens, the first season of Full House, first season of Little People, Big World, and a few random seasons of Family Guy.

When did you last receive a hug and who was it from?

Probably one of the kids the last time I went to family dinner. I skipped this past weekend as I was exhausted from not sleeping well. My feet have been bothering me a lot because of my venous insufficiency and it makes it hard to get comfortable and actually get sleep when I'm dealing with that. I had no energy to go anywhere, let alone somewhere that's not easily accessible to me where I'd have to be picked up, lifted, dragged or taken by the hands and walked with assistance in certain instances.

Do you plan your outfits ahead of time?

I usually don't have a reason to.

Have you ever spent the night in jail?

Lmfao, no. I'm a good girl and a rule follower. I'm the last person you'd find in jail. If you did, I wouldn't make it very long. Brittany and I were just talking about this the other week and joking that the quality of jail food is enough incentive to keep us from getting in trouble, with how much we love to eat, lmao.

Do you have long hair or short hair?

Long, though not as long as I used to. I shaved my head a couple times in the past couple years and it took a bit to grow back out.

How much makeup do you wear on a daily basis?

None. I don't see the point.

Do you have weak upper body strength?

Not at all. My upper body has to compensate for what my lower body isn't capable of, being disabled. It could be even better if I got back to lifting every day like I used to, though.

Do you think hugs are awkward?

If they're being forced on me by someone I have no desire to hug or I don't personally feel close enough to, yes. Otherwise, I love hugging and it doesn't happen enough.

Do you think facial hair is gross?

No?

Would you ever dye your hair an unnatural color?

I have. Many times. I'll definitely be doing so again.

What is your favorite band of all time?

Sugarland and Zac Brown Band, if we're talking just bands and not vocalists, also.

Are there any paintings on your wall?

There are several. My Nan did most of them.

What do you think is the best smell in the world?

Coffee percolating, book pages, lilacs.

How old is your oldest sibling?

39, I think, but we don't associate with him.

Do you enjoy dancing?

I enjoy watching skilled dancers dance. I can't dance well. If I'm dancing I'm just bopping my body along to the music the way it moves me at any given time.

Can you handle scary movies?

Sometimes, but I don't watch a lot of horror movies. It's not a favourite genre of mine.

Would you date someone 5 years older than you?

I'm dating someone six years older. I'm 32, she just turned 38.

Have you ever been to California? Did you like it?

Yes and yes. I would love to go back someday.

Do you like deviled eggs?

Yes!

What is your favorite horror movie?

I don't really have a favourite.

Has a little kid ever fallen asleep on your lap before?

Yup.

What foods can you absolutely not eat?

Liver.

Do you like hot, cold, or lukewarm showers?

Hot.

Have you ever taken part in a threesome?

No, but I have talked to my girlfriend about this several times. I want to. So long as no men are involved.

Have you ever been to Disneyland or Disney World?

I always mix these up. Whichever one is in California, I've been to that one. Disneyland?

Have you ever been the victim of a crime?

More than once, unfortunately, though I didn't report them.

What colour are your brother’s eyes?

Both of them have blue eyes.

Have you ever played a drinking game? Which ones?

I don't think so?

How many friends do you have on Facebook?

I don't know and I don't care.

Do you regularly check anyone’s profile online?

No, but I usually always read Robyn's surveys if I see them in my feed since becoming active here again. @purplesurveys

Is there anything unusual about your house?

Not really. The building itself needs quite a bit of work, though.

What is your favourite type of cookie?

I have a few favourites. Lately it's mint Oreos. I fucking love them.

Have you ever taken care of a newborn baby?

Not newborn, but a few months old, yeah.

Do you snore when you sleep?

I don't think so?

Who do you (romantically) love?

My girlfriend.

Do you wish you could go back and change anything about your childhood?

I would change most of it.

What would your mom do if you told her you were pregnant?

I can't have children and I don't date men. This wouldn't even accidentally happen.

Do you think you have nice feet?

No. I have chronic venous insufficiency. They're discoloured and swollen almost always. I hate my feet.

Where did you get your name?

My parents liked it, I guess. I hate it.

What’s the most unique or exotic food you’ve tried?

I can't think what it would be, tbh. I'm down to be adventurous when it comes to food, though.

Who was your first online friend?

Probably my ex boyfriend. I added a bunch of people off my friend's MSN list when I was hanging out with her and he was one of the people. I forgot I had done that, because he never showed up online. Then one night he was on and randomly started talking to me asking who I was and we talked for hours. So technically we met online, but I found out he lived in the same area as that mutual friend and we met after that.

What’s a condition you have that you haven’t been officially diagnosed with?

Most of my conditions have official diagnoses, but my acid reflux doesn't.

Do people tell you you have cold hands?

Not usually.

When was the last time you held an umbrella?

I couldn't tell you.

Do you feel that the shape of the pasta alters the taste?

I do, yeah.

In games, do you like to roleplay as good or bad?

I don't really play RPG's where I have to decide that.

Is there an instrument you don't like the sound of? Not really, no.

Would you rather be a kangaroo or a sea turtle?

Kangaroo. Particularly a baby one being carried in my mum's pouch. I wish I had that kind of closeness to my mum, so. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Do you like to get ready in the bathroom or the bedroom?

I don't have a bedroom, but bathroom would win even if I did.

What's your favourite Coldplay song?

I don't know that I have a favourite. I don't listen to Coldplay often.

Do you have a favourite insect?

Butterflies, if they count.

What colour is your ceiling?

White tile with black specks in it.

Do you own a scooter?

No.

When did you last play a Mario game?

I don't even remember.

Are your bedroom curtains long or short?

I don't have curtains anywhere in my place.

Have you ever attempted to sculpt something from ice?

No.

Have you ever had to wear an oxygen mask?

Many times when I was in hospital.

What’s your favorite thing you own that YOU made?

The painting I did with my Nan when I was a kid, even if she did a lot of it. I can vividly remember us in her painting room doing it.

[TW: EATING DISORDERS/SIMILAR] Have you ever starved yourself?

I tend to do this any time I'm really upset.

Has anyone ever had to physically restrain you from doing something?

Yes.

Do you like the pretzel M&Ms?

I haven't eaten them.

Have you ever been accused of thinking you’re too good for something?

Yes. Not true whatsoever.

Have you ever stolen someone’s boyfriend?

Nope.

Do you have a locket? What’s the picture inside of it?

No.

How do you react when you feel embarrassed about something?

Go silent, blush, sometimes cry, want to melt into the floor and disappear.

Have you ever tried to "fix" someone?

Yes.

When’s the last time you were carried by someone?

Last time I went to family dinner I was lifted into the van and into my mum's husband's truck to go home.

Are you in possession of any currency that isn’t used in your country?

No.

Did anyone witness your last kiss?

No.

Do you have any younger siblings?

No. I have a twin, an older step sister and an older half brother.

Are you cool with them, or do they annoy you to no end?

I'm not super close to any of them but the one I'm least closest to is my older brother. None of us associate with him.

Last person you flipped off?

My brother.

Anyone who’s way over-protective of you?

Eh.

Have you ever been to a rave?

Nah.