#false rescue

[serickswrites]

No Trace

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, unconsciousness, rescue, blood, blood from the mouth, mcd, hurt/no comfort

Caretaker's whole body ached. Everything ached. Everything had been aching for so long, they weren't sure if it would ever stop aching. They had been hog tied for so long, their hands and feet had gone numb. Their back ached from being stretched the wrong way. Everything was pain.

Their pain didn't compare to Whumpee's though.

Caretaker couldn't see Whumpee. But they could hear Whumpee. Could hear every whimper, every cry of pain, and every single blow Whumper inflicted on them.

"It's going to be ok, Whumpee, someone will be coming for us soon," Caretaker had said hours ago when Whumper had left the two of them alone.

"Y-Y-Yeah?" Whumpee finally managed to rasp out. Their voice was so hoarse, no doubt their throat was painfully raw from all the screaming.

"Yeah. You just need to hold on. Someone will find us."

"I....I don'ttttt know. Hurtsssss."

Caretaker's heart hurt at the sound of despair in Whumpee's voice. "Don't lose hope, Whumpee. Someone will find us soon. I just know it."

Whumper had returned not that long after and had resumed torturing Whumpee. Caretaker had yelled and hollered at Whumper, but Whumper paid them no mind. They only had eyes for Whumpee.

The next time Whumper left, Whumpee hadn't responded to Caretaker. Caretaker knew Whumpee was still alive because they could still hear Whumpee's wheezing breaths. Perhaps Whumper had tortured them until they fell unconscious.

Caretaker hated the silence. It was painful. Painful as they waited and listened for Whumpee's next breath. Painful as they waited and hoped for help to arrive. And painful because there was nothing they could do but wait and hope.

The sound of the door banging open had Caretaker jumping. They had to get Whumper to hurt them. Had to get Whumper to give Whumpee a break. They had to. "ME!" They shouted. "Hurt me!"

"We're not here to hurt you," an unfamiliar voice came.

Relief flooded Caretaker in waves. They were saved. They were saved. Whumpee was saved. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you," Caretaker repeated over and over. Whumpee was safe. Help was here. Help had arrived.

"My friend," Caretaker said as a pair of boots came into their field of vision, "how's my friend?"

The person knelt down. "Let's worry about getting you out of these ropes for now."

"Please, help my friend!" Caretaker tried to struggle, but they couldn't move.

"They're being helped, don't worry. Let me help you."

"Are they ok, please, tell me they're ok!" Caretaker said as their rescuer disappeared from their field of vision.

"Yes, they're fine. They're being helped. Are you hurt?"

Caretaker sagged with relief. Whumpee was being helped. Whumpee was going to be fine. "No. Not really."

Caretaker could hear boots thundering into the room. They tried to crane their neck to see what the commotion was, but their rescuer began to talk to them again. Caretaker answered all of their questions. Though the other rescuers were loud, it took all of Caretaker's concentration to answer their rescuer's questions.

"There you go, all free," the rescuer said as they cut through the last piece of rope keeping Caretaker down. "Move carefully, I imagine you've been tied up for a while."

Caretaker's limbs were on fire as feeling came back. They cried out with pain. "Are you sure you aren't injured? Let me check you out."

"I'm fine," Caretaker hissed. "Whumpee. I need to see Whumpee."

Before their rescuer could stop them, Caretaker quickly rolled over and began to crawl towards where they thought Whumpee was. They took a stumbling step as they rose. Whumpee. They wanted to see Whumpee.

Caretaker froze once they finally lifted their head and could see Whumpee. "NOOOOOOOO!" Caretaker screamed, their weak limbs nearly giving out.

Whumpee lay on the ground, arms splayed out to the sides. They were completely still and unmoving. Blood dried on their nostrils and ears, but was still wet on their lips. But what had Caretaker screaming, had Caretaker crawling their way over, was Whumpee's eyes. Whumpee's half-lidded, lifeless eyes.

One of the rescuers that had gathered by Whumpee peeled off, attempting to stop Caretaker. "You don't want to see them like this, let me--"

"I NEED TO SEE THEM!" Caretaker sobbed.

The rescuer nodded. "Let me help you over to them, then."

Caretaker was too weak to fight against the hands that helped them to stand. Too weak to fight as they were guided to Whumpee's side. And they were too weak to fight as they could finally see all of Whumpee.

"I'm so sorry," Caretaker sobbed as they took Whumpee's hand in theirs. Whumpee's fingers were cool and limp. "Please, Whumpee, please."

Caretaker turned to one of the rescuers. "Do something! Help them! Please, do something!"

One of them knelt down next to Caretaker, putting a gentle hand on their shoulder. "They succumbed to their injuries before we got here. There had to be massive amounts of internal bleeding. I'm so sorry."

Succumbed to their injuries before help arrived. Whumpee had died hours ago and Caretaker hadn't even known. Caretaker had lied to Whumpee. Had given Whumpee false hope. Had Whumpee died hopeful that help would arrive at any moment? Caretaker stared into Whumpee's empty eyes. There was no trace of Whumpee in those eyes.

"Where's Whumper?"

"They're gone. They left no trace. It's like they didn't even exist. If you weren't here, if Whumpee wasn't....well, like this, I would have guessed this place had been abandoned for years."

Gone. Whumper was gone. Whumpee was gone. Everything was gone. Caretaker squeezed Whumpee's fingers tightly. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

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To Die Without Flinching

Many thanks to @newbornwhumperfly for being so generous in letting me put their boy Morja in Situations, and many apologies to them as well for holding onto this story for so many months while waiting for me to finish it.

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Morja is a diathésimos, one of a class of indentured servants owned by society’s elite - though some would call them slaves. He has been tasked with a mission of critical importance by his anóteros: to infiltrate a dangerous family that has taken refuge in the north, and kill the criminal that they are harboring: Gavin Stormbeck.

“It is your part to kill me, mine to die without flinching.”

— Epictetus, from Discourses (Translated by Robert Dobbin)

Your Part to Kill | My Part to Die | To Die Quietly | Despair | Dawn | Breakfast Part 1 | Breakfast Part 2 | To Die Without Flinching

Contents: recovery, PTSD, conditioned whumpee, tied up, blindfolded, attempted murder, false execution, rescue

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After weeks with this family, Morja now moved freely among them. When they left the house in the morning to do their chores, he left with them, eager to help. When they returned in the evening to cook dinner together, he joined them, learning the skill of which spices to mix together to create the flavors that pleased them all. When he returned to his room at night, he went without a lock on the door. He slept in the bed, now. He didn’t fear what might happen to him in it. 

This team, this family, they were kind to him in a way he had never experienced before. He knew they were dangerous, but he wanted - so, so badly - for them to trust him, so that they might always turn their kind eyes on him forever. Their patience for each other seemed to know no limits, and they always seemed to want to be together. They never raised their voices or their hands to each other, or to him. Even when he could tell they were angry, they never did what he knew in his bones should happen; they never tied his wrists and whipped him until their tempers were eased. That always made his anóteros feel better. And yet, they refused to do it to him. 

He didn’t understand it. 

Still, when Isaac Moore called him to the barn one day, he couldn’t help but feel a prickle of unease. A few weeks of strangeness could not undo a lifetime of lessons, after all. But when Isaac called him, he went. He obeyed.

“Yes, Isaac Moore, is there something you need?” he said, keeping his gaze on the floor of the barn. Even if Isaac was a diathésimos like him, he was still uncollared and freed. Morja must always show him deference and respect. 

“Yes,” Isaac Moore said, his voice flat. A shiver moved up Morja’s spine as Isaac moved to block the barn door. His eyes were dull, his hands in fists at his sides. 

The hair on the back of Morja’s neck stood up. ��Please… tell me what it is I can do for you,” he said, though lips that were beginning to go numb. His lungs were too large for his ribcage.

Isaac Moore finally raised his gaze and met Morja’s. Isaac’s eyes burned into Morja’s as he said, “Put your hands behind your back and get on your knees.” His right hand was behind his back, reaching for his waistband.

Morja did not even consider disobeying. His fell to his knees with a crack, crossing his arms at the wrists behind him. “Y-yes, diathésimos,” he croaked. 

Isaac’s face hardened as he stepped forward. Morja sucked in a breath and forced himself perfectly upright. His hands quaked behind him, despite the fists he was making. When Isaac Moore stepped behind him and bound his wrists together, he let out a terrified breath. When a rough strip of cloth was tied over his eyes, he uttered a shameful sound of fear. 

His throat was too dry to swallow with. His chest was too tight to breathe with. His mouth hung open and he tilted his head, desperately listening for Isaac Moore’s next move. When the cold metal of Isaac’s gun pressed against the back of his head, he folded over his knees with a shudder.

“Don’t move,” Isaac ground out.

“Y-yes, diathésimos,” Morja sobbed dryly. He understood, now, he saw it all. It had all been a test somehow, and he had failed. This was the cleanest end he could hope for: a bullet in his brain, a shallow grave behind the farmhouse that had been his unwitting prison for all these weeks. Had the test simply been to see if he could figure out that he had been a captive at all?

Had his anóteros set this all up to punish him for his failure?

One thing was certain: he was going to die with his anóteros’ collar wrapped tight around his neck.

He pressed his lips together and waited for the white-hot blast, and then the oblivion after. It didn’t come. It didn’t come. Despite Isaac’s admonition, he rocked minutely forward and back, drawing in breaths too shallow to provide enough air. He tried to wait silently. Pitiful whimpers made their way past his lips anyway. 

He was failing.

“I-I need to do this,” Isaac Moore murmured.

Morja nodded frantically, at a loss for what else to do. The gun pressed harder into the back of his head, and he froze.

“You’re a fucking threat to my family. A threat to Gavin.”

Morja couldn’t deny it. He couldn’t deny that he had harbored some small hope that he might one day carry out his mission and make his anóteros proud - but he wanted something else, too, something he couldn’t name. The clash made him sick. 

“You can’t change. You can’t fucking learn, I’ve been watching for the switch to flip and it hasn’t. I need to put you down. I… I see you watching him… and I know that everything he taught you is still in there, because… because for the longest time, it was like that with me…”

Morja couldn’t deny that, either.. He squeezed his eyes shut behind the blindfold and waited to die. 

“I… I have to fucking do this.” The gun pressed harder, then harder still, until it was pinning Morja’s head against the wooden floor between his knees. He felt Isaac adjusting his grip. He heard Isaac shuffle his feet against the floorboards. He drew in a terrified breath, could barely let it out without a groan escaping him. He was trapped, unable to move, unable to speak. He heard Isaac Moore sniff. He was crying. 

“Isaac?”

Morja flinched hard when Gavin Stormbeck’s horrified voice filled the barn.

The gun eased its pressure on the back of Morja’s head. 

“Gavin.” Isaac sounded frightened. 

“What… oh, fuck, did you…? Isaac, what–”

Morja couldn’t help it; when Gavin Stormbeck fell to his knees beside him, when a hand settled in his hair, right next to the gun, he let out a muffled wail of terror.

“Tell me you’re not doing this,” Gavin breathed. His hand was shaking on Morja’s head. “Tell me you didn’t… lure him here so that you could execute him in cold blood.”

“He came here to execute you in cold blood, Gavin,” Isaac snarled. Morja’s body tensed as the gun jammed hard into him. “Don’t–”

“This isn’t you,” Gavin said. “Isaac… this isn’t you. Please tell me this isn’t who you are.”

No one moved or breathed for a long moment. Then Isaac said, “You know this is who I’ve been for a long time.”

Gavin’s hand tightened in Morja’s hair. “Not anymore.”

“But he–”

“He stopped! Like you! How can you look at him and not see you?” Gently, Gavin’s fingers smoothed through Morja’s hair. Horrified, desperate, Morja found himself pressing the side of his head against Gavin’s knee. 

The gun on his head pressed harder, harder, hard enough that Morja knew it would leave a deep bruise. Then, all at once, it disappeared. Isaac Moore stepped back. Heavy footsteps left the barn. 

Morja took a deep, shuddering breath and shook apart into dry, tearless sobs. His head rested on Gavin’s leg, and the syndicate son’s hands rested gently in his hair. 

“Shhh,” Gavin Stormbeck soothed. “It’s alright. You’re safe.”

Morja could no longer pretend. He could no longer be silent. He was so frightened, and confused, but most of all he was so, so tired. He didn’t much care if the syndicate son had a knife waiting for him. All he could feel was the gentleness of the boy’s hands in his hair, the solidity of his leg, and the beat beat beat of his heart that threw itself against his ribs. Gavin slipped the blindfold from his eyes and tossed the cloth into the corner of the barn. Slowly - he used his fingers, not a knife - he worked the knot tying Morja’s hands free.

“You’re safe,” Gavin said again. 

Morja’s fingers clutched at Gavin’s pant leg. “Y-yes, anóteros,” he stammered, desperate to be good, to obey - anything to keep Isaac’s gun from pressing against his head again. “Yes, Gavin Stormbeck–”

“Please don’t call me that,” Gavin whispered. 

Morja’s stomach heaved. His eyes went wide and he buried his face against Gavin’s leg. He shuddered in the moment between inhale and exhale - in the moment between mistake and correction. 

“I… I apologize,” Morja rasped through numb lips. He pushed away from Gavin and pressed his forehead to the floor in front of him, shaking, broken, cold. “Please,” he could not stop himself from saying. “Please.”

Gavin’s hand landed on him again. Morja made a horrible, humiliating bleat of fear, but he did not move. He did not move. He waited. 

“My name is Gavin Uriah,” came the quiet voice. It sounded like Gavin was in pain. 

Morja’s throat worked around a swallow. “I-I…”

“I’m not what they made me. And neither are you.”

Then Gavin’s hand was in his hair again, moving slowly, gently. The touch was so soft that it undid him. Morja crumpled, leaning forward into the touch until his head was in Gavin Uriah’s lap. Dry sobs heaved through him as the fear and pain moved over him and out. He pressed his face into Gavin’s thigh and allowed the touch, allowed the hand in his hair. 

“I’m sorry,” Gavin said quietly. “I’m so sorry.” 

Morja could say nothing in response. His throat was too strained. 

Gavin sat with him in the barn for a long time. He held Morja, waiting until his great, awful sobs had stopped, before he took his arm and led him back toward the house. 

Continued here

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[brionysea]

if mike was straight, stranger things would've ended after season 2

[local-hellhound-steals-spaghetti]

False Killer Whales die on a reef after being prevented from stranding - we need to talk about this

I know that people want to be optimistic or believe that whales aren't intentionally stranding but. I don't think we should be preventing them from stranding - especially uneducated locals who have no education in cetacean rescue.

A stranding of about 40 false killer whales in New Zealand was "prevented" by locals trying to herd the whales back out to sea this afternoon - despite the whales showing obvious signs of distress (thrashing around, vocalising ect.)

"At 4.30pm, locals were in a human chain and following the pod along the beach, working to prevent the whales from stranding on the outgoing tide."

Only for them to restrand at an inaccessible reef.

"Upon accessing the reef, DOC rangers found almost 40% of the pod had perished while others were badly injured, and the difficult decision was made to euthanize the remaining whales to end their suffering."

The whales were looking for a place to strand for a REASON.

I know it's devastating to see them die, but I wonder if they hadn't been prevented from stranding whether they would have had more of a chance at being triaged by professionals and the healthy whales refloated. Rather than the whole pod dying like this.

Instead people decided to interfere with natural behaviour and caused these (likely already sick and dying) animals to have to find another place to strand where they wouldn't be harassed. I wonder if those injuries were caused by the animals being too weak to swim against the tides and being cut up on the reef or dashed against rocks.

There's also people furious with DOC about euthanising the whales and "not allowing the (untrained and unqualified) locals to help" despite it being the obviously most humane option for these very injured and sick whales.

New Zealand whale politics is crazy... It honestly blows my mind at how ignorant some people are about appropriate whale rescue protocols and how euthanasia is needed to prevent ongoing suffering of dying stranded whales.

New Zealand also has no cetacean rehabilitation facilities and therefore no other option but to euthanise whales and dolphins that strand and restrand. It's a tragic and devastating outcome but it also really needs to be talked about:

Should we be preventing dolphins and whales from stranding by harassing them and blocking them from reaching shallow water? And is it fair to cause them stress to prevent stranding if they're potentially already dying/sick/injured?

[honeyslow]

“there’s no such thing as false hope there’s just hope” hello thesis statement alert!

[perfectlybriefmoon]

Various fanfic ideas for Walker that I have no real plans to fully write

Stella and Auggie get taken instead of Cordi and Liam which causes Cordi to go feral over the thought of losing his kids Liam also goes feral trying to find the kids seeing how much he adores his niece and nephew

In Defend The Ranch after Stella and Auggie save Liam's life Clint orders Trevor to kill the Walker kids Trevor doesn't and hides them in the barn however the rest of the family believe them to be dead

During the whole Grey Flag fiasco both the Walker family and Perez families are taken hostage and falsely reported to the FBI and Texas Rangers that Cordi and Cassie's families are dead while also having the LAPD/Mid Wilshire officers join in on taking down Grey Flag like having Bradford go undercover with Trey and have Bradford stumble upon Abby, Bonham, Liam and Stella and August Walker and Ben and Grandma Perez (all in different cells Abby and Bonham are in one cell Ben, Grandma Perez and Liam in another cell with Stella and Auggie having their own cell however the adults Bonham, Abby and Liam (are told that the kids are dead so not only do their older son think that they are dead they are also under the belief that their Grandbabies are dead) and Bradford manages to get Bonham and Grandma Perez out (it was too risky to get the others out) and both Bonham and Grandma Perez were not only able to reunite with Cordi and Cassie but they also told them that Abby, Liam and Ben were alive (remember they still think that the kids are dead)

In Search and Rescue while James and Cordi are hiding out after Grey Flag tried to kill them Cordi tries to get in touch with his kids however due to obvious reasons he can't and he starts to freak out however James was able to get through to DJ

In False Flag Part 2 Abby, Liam and the kids are kidnapped by Kevin to use as leverage against Cordi, Trey, Cassie and James while Bonham and Cordi are linked up

In Search and Rescue Cordi gets shot in the arm by Grey Flag and gets rushed to the ER but unknown to him and James Stella and Auggie are currently in a life and death situation and neither Cordi and James can get through to the rest of the family for several hours however because Cordi's wound wasn't to serious he gets sent back to the rental house and he starts pacing trying desperately to get through to the rest of his family but luckily the rest of his family walked through the front door

During the events of Sittin On A Rainbow Cordi and Liam are told that the rest of the family were killed not knowing that their family was alive which utterly shatters Cordi's spirit but Liam isn't as convinced and he tries his best to raise what little spirit Cordi has left and once they escape James and Cassie tell them that their family is safe

During the events of Defend The Ranch Hoyt and Cordi get arrested for the bank robbery by either the APD or the DPS Troopers and Hoyt begs the arresting officers to at least let Cordi go that this wasn't his fault or his choice but his pleas are ignored whether or not the Walker family survives is up to you

In 3x01 and 3x02 it's Liam who is kidnapped instead of Cordi and instead of using his big brother to get Liam to break Grey Flag decides to use the kids to get Liam to break meanwhile Cordi goes absolutely feral to get his baby brother and his kids back

[strykingback]

RESCUE MISSION EVENT- ATTACKING THE ARES

Note- This is just a drabble that takes place during Phase Two of the Rescue Mission. Anyone participating may feel free to have their muses react to whats happening through dash commentary, but cannot reply.

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OST: Arrival of Rescue

"Corvette Runners one, two and three. You guys are cleared to land over." Ace would say over the comms. "Copy that, Liberation. Thanks for the escort." the lead Corvette runner would say with all three rescue ships landing on the snowy land of Balders Island along with the Liberation.

"Eros. Just made it back with the Corvette Runners how about you guys?"

"We're just entering the base now. Thankfully it seems that all seems quiet on our end. Looks like the enemy must've retreated deeper into the base. Outside things look okay I would say keep watch for-. Wait hold on, something is entering Balders Islands airspace..?" Eros said.

"Well... it seems that the Atlesian Military has decided to get themselves involved.... this time with their pride and joy of an airship. Putting it on screen now for you Ace." Guangxian would say over the comms with one of the outer cameras revealing the ship.

"Thats the Ares. Atlas' pride and fucking joy of an dreadnaught class airship right there..... and if that is there then. FUCK ME! An enemy must've sent Atlas a serious distress signal! Guangxian what weapons onboard the Ares am I dealing with?"

"Lots of railgun cannons, machine guns, missiles, and plenty more.... the only thing I can say to prevent any further damage and this one I would say is very serious coming from me. Only disable the weapons.... and dont destroy the whole ship. If that thing goes down then Atlas is going to lose the one warship that could easily repel a MASSIVE grimm horde." Guangxian said.

"Well you heard the man, Ace! Thats your new orders. Get it done mate. Out." Eros would say ending the communications with Ace, while the pilot looked ahead of what was to come......

"Glad I did record that final message video for you ma and sis....." Ace said smirking a bit, gripping the controls of the Liberation tightly. "Come on old friend...." he said with the mechs eyes flashing a bright green.

"LETS SHOW THESE ATLESIANS WHY THE LIBERATION WAS FEARED BACK IN THE DAY!!!!!"

Ace would shout, moving the Liberation to take to the skies and launch itself out into the air, the sky being the only limit. While his mind focused on what was to come....for the Atlesians they were unaware of what was heading their way.

OST: Liberated Pride.

Aboard the Ares the admiral looked at the sky ahead upon the bridge. "Sir, we should be nearing Balders Island soon....dont you think its weird for the Solitas Liberation PMC to be sending a distress signal about a massive Grimm Horde attacking them?" A captain asked the admiral while he turned around.

"Captain, there is nothing to fear. After all if it is a massive Grimm Horde then that is what the Ares is for. Plus should the time come it was built for such a thing to handle anyways." The Admiral responded, until a light beeping noise was heard.

"Sir! We have an enemy inbound... and its just one!?!" An operator of the bridge said.

"Put it on the screen now!!!" The Admiral barked quickly, with the operator putting the "enemy" on screen showing the Liberation flying directly at the Ares. "What?! Thats the Liberation!?! What would Brumel's own war machine be present here!?!" The admiral said listening to everyones shock and horror about the mech that left Atlas embarassed.

"Everyone cannons up! If anything its just a mere specter and after all.... things have changed and Atlas has advanced..... just like Brumel.....and if it is an enemy...... we shall shoot it down. Atlas Endures!!!!" The Admiral said with everyone rushing to their positions on the cannons ready for the fight that was to come.

"Vanguard at the ready! Backlines be sure to check our six in case of any enemy bogeys!" The captain of the Ares spoke while the Admiral looked ahead.

"Alright, Liberation.... lets put on a show!!!!" He said moving the mech towards the approaching vanguard of Atlesian ships. Which he activated the twenty millimeter cannons aiming at the weapons and nothing else beginning to fire at them while air dashing left and right to avoid any enemy lasers and gun fire which would become disabled. As the first three airships were disabled.

"Sir! We lost all our weapons!!! Damn that thing is fast.... just what did Brumel upgrade this thing with!?!" A captain of the vanguard force said with shock with the admirals eyebrow furrowing because of it.

"Vanguard fall back! Everyone get those weapons ready and be prepared to knock that thing out of the air. Also if it does manage to knock out our weapons... lets let the Hero of Atlas take care of it...." he spoke crossing his arms.

Finally back with the Liberation, the mech would fire out another shot from its cannons striking the last of the weapons of the vanguard before flying towards the Ares. In which in response many many lasers, railgun cannons and missiles were being shot at the mech to try and knock it down. Some hits were grazes, and others were near hits..... for Ace he knew full-well that if one of those things managed to get to him.... it would be game over....

"Come on! At least try and give me a damn challenge!!!" Ace would say moving the Liberation across the fight, pulling the controls down to fly the mech into the air while his teeth gritted.... trying to not let it get hit by any rail guns or grazes. With Ace pressing a few buttons quickly to change the cannons into missile launchers on the Liberations wrists.

Immediately Ace's semblance kicked in finding three weakspots..... as he had to fly the Liberation... INSIDE THE ARES. "Fuck.... of all places. I just need to disable those weapons and then everyone can be safe." Ace said to himself, but a little smirk came onto his face. However, how can one say he is ready to die without knowing that he is. Which he would fly the mech towards one of those weak points on the side while still being trailed by enemy fire until flying towards a door which Ace aimed both missiles at blowing it open and flying right in carefully.

"Sir!! The enemy has entered the drive block!!!!" An operator shouted.

"What!?! Activate the internal defenses! We cannot let that demon of hell destroy the drive block!!" The Admiral said with the automated defense systems inside the dreadnaughts driveblock firing at the Liberation, with the mech firing back at the defenses just to get to one of the weapon drives....

and lo and behold. One of the weapon drives were insight as Ace pressed the trigger on the joystick firing a missile at it, rendering the first weapon drive silent.

"Sir! we lost the starboard weapon drive!!!!"

"Impossible!!! And the internal defenses in the drive block!?!"

"Weakening sir! The Liberation is tearing us apart from the inside!!!!"

"S-Such a beast..... theres no choice. To kill a beast we need one of equal strength! Tell Colonel Cordovin to get the Prometheus ready to mobilize! We need her out there now!!!" The Admiral shouted immediately commanding to get Cordovin out there.

Next another two Weapon Drives were destroyed with Ace on the inside smiling as if he was enjoying this. Almost like he found the perfect piece ever.... even if it has a lot of strength on the inside there is always a weakness on the inside. "Stern and Portside weapon drives have been destroyed!!! We'll be sitting ducks if he goes after the bow weapon drive" An operator said.

"There is no reason to fear. I shall deal with the threat myself... do tell me the vermins location. I know the pilot all too well..." Cordovin said on the operators comms.

"He's... headed back outside just a few minutes away from you Colonel...."

"Good because rats like him.... deserve nothing more but punishment!!!!" Cordovin would say launching the Prometheus out from its hangar and towards Ace which the mech would boost from the tunnel and towards the outside sliding to a halt ready to blast off.

"Good... all I now need to do is get back on ground. Even with the Bow Weapons still active they would not want to risk wanting to just launch any missiles at the Corvette Runners. But inside...the defenses were quite nothing. Lets get on out of here and get back." Ace said moving the Liberation as the engines were about to launch out until a laser swipe came out of the blue forcing Ace to pull the Liberation back.

"What the fu-!?!"

"Captain Ace Hughes, You are not such a villain that I thought you would be.... nay. You are no more than a mutt to me!" Cordovin would say with the Prometheus landing her mech on the ground as it seemingly "glared" at it's opponent.

"No, even further you are beneath me. just nothing more but vermin!" She would say with the visor coming down upon the Prometheus' "face" as she launched it at the Liberation.

"FUCK YOU CORDOVIN!!!!!" Ace would roar in return as the Liberation launched itself at the Prometheus with both mechs swinging a punch at eachother as the force caused both mechs to launch backwards and onto the ground with both shooting at eachother causing significant damage to each other as Ace immediately moved the Liberations left arm more forward for the interchangeable cannon to change from its missile mode to its 20 mm cannon mode. Firing a shot at the Prometheus which Cordovin attempted to fly out of the way but was struck by it staggering the mech.

In which... as she hit her head against the console a slight trick of blood was coming down from her forehead. "What... no no... this is merely nothing to me!!!" She said, looking at her mechs camera visual to see the Liberation rushing in with Ace roaring from the speakers. "Out of my sight vermin!!!!" She said using her laser swiper to swing the Prometheus laser weapon in front of her as the effect took place causing the Liberation to lose its left arm and even staggering the once powerful Brumelian weapon.

"Fuck..... me...." Ace said with his helmet being cracked and if it was not for him putting the left arm of the Liberation up in time... the core/cockpit would have been badly damaged and he himself being wounded as well..... still he did do his best to minimize the damage....

"So thats what you are huh!?! Some shit pilot who is just a relic of the past?!?! I bet you didnt even find a purpose to live yet haven't you?! Not happy with that position you were given despite all that boasting about wanting to be a general!?!?!" Ace shouted which for Cordovin she gritted her teeth at that insult.... being reminded of that damnable ceremony and how her pride soared.... but she had to kill to get to where she wanted to be...only to be shafted at the last second....

"You... dare! insult me for that you- Ack!!!!" She would shout feeling the force of the interchangeable mace striking the Prometheus which she attempted to counter it with a laser swipe but failed as the arm holding it was cut off from the extreme blunt force. With Ace moving the Liberation to charge in.....

"SAY GOODNIGHT! YOU RELIC OF THE PAST!!!!!!!"

Ace would roar out.... but finally Cordovin could only remember her training being made fun of for her size, being shafted by the military she loved oh so-dearly, and that fool of a father... which on the back of the Pometheus something opened up as it flowed and hummed with energy. No... that was something else....which when Ace noticed it at the last second.... that was the power generator on the Prometheus..... was flowing with one thing....

Fusion Energy...

"OUT OF MY WAY VERMIN!!!!!"

Cordovin shouted with the assault pulse being released causing massive damage to both the Liberation and the Prometheus but also to both pilots inside their mechs... as inside both were showing signs of exhaustion.

Inside the Prometheus, Cordovins right eye was bloodshot, her body already being stabbed by some debris from both the Liberation and the Prometheus.... while blood rolled down her eye and head even more than ever....

Within the Liberation Ace's helmet was fully broken shards of glass pierced his skin and thankfully none hitting his eyes as he was stabbed by some debris and such with hints of light coming through from outside showing that the cockpit was damaged.

Finally both sides felt a hint of sweat hit the floors of their cockpits, with Cordovin being the first to make a move.

"FIRST IT WAS MY OWN FATHER WHO COULD NOT SEE THE POTENTIAL WITHIN ME WHICH I GLADLY PUT IN A FALSE REPORT AND WATCHED HIM DIE , THEN IT WAS THAT SAME MACHINE YOU PILOT THAT HAUNTS MY VERY DREAMS TO THIS DAY! THEN THOSE FOOLS AT COMMAND NOT SEEING MY VERY STRENGTH!!! I WILL CRUSH YOU ALL UNDERFOOT!!!!" Cordovin roared shooting some missiles at the Liberation as she took a deep breath..

"I AM ATLAS!!!!!!!!"

Cordovin would scream at the top of her lungs with everyone on board the bridge being shocked what they had just heard from her..... how hard she worked fro them.... and how she could easily steal the fire from someone and claim it as their own.

Which Ace moved the Liberation out of the way while he panted coughing up some blood. "Oi Liberation... give me everything right.... All of it.. I want to see our friends again and live...." He said gripping it tightly... while Cordovin was left astounded to hear Ace speaking to his own mech. Which she would smirk knowing he was about to die...

but inside the Liberations cockpit Ace hit a red button that said.

THE HELLHOUND OF LIBERATION...

The mechs eyes would change from its greenish color to a deep red... flashing at Cordovin, causing her to visibly flinch at the sight with her panting becoming uneven.... and her hands trembling...

"LETS END THIS, LIBERATION!!!!!!" Ace roared out with the whirring of both fusion reactors inside reaching its limits as Ace was being exposed to the radioactive particles...as the Liberation would get in a battle ready position releasing a howl that sounded like a beast.

That alone made Cordovin remember why she feared that mech and how it needed to be slaughtered here... which finally... both mechs moved at the same time.. with the Prometheus throwing away its weapon and grabbing the laser swipe weapon... and with the Liberations remaining arm opening up something as its hand would sink back....

"URRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

Both roared in unison as with the Laser swipe being released once the distance was closed Ace would move the Liberation out of the way despite the damage to the face and cockpit the Fusion Lance would launch and make contact with a furious explosion sending Cordovins mech flying back as she coughed up blood ..... "NO! NO! IMPOSSIBLE!!! I CANT LOSE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAGHHHH!!!!" she would say with the core exploding..... as Cordovin was rendered silent.....

Ace would immediately do a vital scan as thankfully...... the core systems of the Prometheus acted quickly to ensure the safety of the pilot.... by injecting her with some nanites to help stabilize her... courtesy of Brumel. He would finally pant as he pressed the button deactivating the Hellhound of Liberation mode before coughing and vomiting for a bit.. a side effect of being exposed to the Democritus Particles.. even if it was for a moment.....

"Lets... get out of here...." He would say flying the Liberation out of the area and past the now damaged Ares and its Vanguard despite not killing anyone. "Admiral.. the Liberation is retreating should we-"

"No. Send out a medical crew to receive our traitor..... and a report to General Ironwood. Turn the ship around we are returning to Atlas." He said..

Back with Ace he looked out at the sky.... with the Liberation slowly making its descent to the Island where the Corvette runners were....."Aaaah.... I wonder... if mom and sis... are cooking..." He said to himself fainting as the Liberation landed... before falling to the floor its eyes flashing down while medical crews worked to get Ace out of there.....

[puccafangirl]

So I just realized that I'm gonna spend the rest of my life fantasising and hoping for a Super Paper Mario remake the same way I keep fantasising and hoping for an Explorers of Sky remake for probably a long time until they, by some miracle, finally get announced. :')))

[didsomeonesayventus]

scuttles fretfully over here after hearing Twitter Rumors

[glitterdragonthegreatprotector]

[cathygeha]

REVIEW

The Hero by Susan Stoker

Game of Change #3

Adrenaline rushes are his thing so what would work better to provide one than working for the government in solo rescue missions to save others?

What I liked: * Kendric “Bob” Evans: retired Delta Force, survivor of brutal torture, one of four-man team that were rescued from enemy lines, in business with those men, good friend, nightmares-PTSD, looking for ��something”, might have found it on his last mission to Thailand

* Marlowe Kennedy: archaeologist, innocent prisoner in Thailand, raised by her older brother when her parents died, pragmatic, positive, tiny but mighty, bright, strong, survivor, loving, kind, supportive, a person I would love to call friend

* Watching the relationship develop between Kendric and Marlowe

* The solution found for eventually getting two wonderful people out of Thailand

* Getting to see the characters from previous books in the series and finding out how they are doing

* The plot, pacing, setting, and writing

* The positive conclusion with the hook for what will probably be the conclusion of the series – although – do want to know more about Tex…

What I didn’t like:

* Who and what I was meant not to like

* Thinking about greedy people willing to do anything AND corrupt people in power willing to incarcerate the innocent

Did I enjoy this book? Yes

Would I read more in this series? Definitely

Thank you to NetGalley and Montlake for the ARC – This is my honest review.

5 Stars

BLURB

In this thrilling romance from New York Times bestselling author Susan Stoker, an ex-military man is on a mission to rescue a wrongfully imprisoned archaeologist—and to make her rightfully his. Any soldier who gets out of the service with his life should be happy to leave danger behind. Though his army brothers are content running their new business in Maine, Kendric “Bob” Evans isn’t ready to give up the fight. He’s been supplementing his hours with covert rescue missions organized by the FBI. But his latest charge may be more than he bargained for. Marlowe Kennedy is on a routine archaeology dig in Thailand when she’s arrested for drug trafficking. She has suspicions about the true culprit, but even when she’s rescued from prison, there’s nothing she can do about it without proof. Her protective bodyguard’s only objective is to keep her safe until they cross the border into friendly territory. The best way to do that? Travel as man and wife. After returning to Maine, as Bob and Marlowe navigate this treacherous terrain with the help of their friends, they face vengeful authorities, a vindictive frame job, and perhaps most important of all—turning their fake marriage into something real.

[panspaming]

Damn I genuinely thought unmasking meant I was no longer prioritising validation and acceptance over other people's feelings but. I genuinely am still constantly trying to soothe other peoples emotions and advise them constantly and then getting annoyed when they don't listen

[cynicalclassicist]

Thst cartoon certainly illustrates GOP behaviour for you!

[prongsx]

we are not children anymore, honey.

warning: swearing, a bit insinuating, f!reader, fluff.

where jason needs to remind you that you're not kids anymore and teasing him isn't the same anymore.

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You met Jason Todd when you were both innocent children, well, as innocent as the crime alley allowed. He was your best friend, most of the scars he had back then were from picking fights with anyone who raised their voice at you, anyone who tried to sell you drugs or tried to be aggressive with you.

You had an easy body language, both of you touched each other often and played the usual games that children do, physical touch was never a distant thing.

You secretly had a crush on that somewhat reckless and smiling boy who protected you, always holding your hand. Maybe in the back of your mind you thought that one day you would get married.

At the time, he was a little shorter than you, a fact that deeply irritated him but made you laugh. Then he was adopted by Bruce Wayne and you thought that would be the end of your friendship, but there seemed to be a thread that connected you, not even taking on the mantle of Robin could separate you.

Then Jason was taken from you in the most abrupt way possible, by the hands of death itself. But not even that which seemed inescapable separated you for long, the grief that consumed you could have destroyed you, but something in your mind repeated that Jason would never leave you alone.

When Jason appeared at your door, years later, his blue eyes looking haunted, you cried, something in your heart that was dead seemed to come out of the ground in the same way as your best friend.

At first, you simply didn't know what to do with this new Jason, he himself seemed a little lost, the well had affected his emotions. He took up more space, his arms and hands were bigger. Doubts consumed you, afraid of never rescuing the old bond, but then you bought your old favorite cookie and he smiled at you.

That dimpled smile, which lit up his blue eyes and seemed to bring a reckless air to him. And you decided right then and there that nothing would stop you from being his best friend again.

The thing was that your friendship was based on a time when you were both younger and more naive, feelings were simpler. Jason died before you could be friends during that strange time in your adolescence when touching your friend seemed strange, the only memory your body had of your friendship with Jason was a sticky friendship.

"Only you could make me go to the other side of town to get that damn donut that tasted like paper." Jason grumbles, closing the latch on your window as he moves his huge body into your living room. At that moment, you feel the room shrink, and it feels like any false move will betray your racing heart as you watch Jason remove his helmet, his black curls messy in a cute way.

"They're great." You hum, reaching out to take the package from Jason.

"Seriously, there are so many bakeries with better donuts." He retorts, crossing his arms, drawing your attention to the outline of his biceps in his skintight uniform.

"The best isn't always going to be the tastiest."

Jason rolls his eyes at your completely nonsensical choice of words, flopping his tired body on the couch next to you.

"Jason, did you just sit on my couch in your dirty patrol gear?"

"Sweetie, I just walked halfway through this shitty city looking for that donut. I have a right to dirty your precious couch."

You let out a grunt, knowing he's right. He has the right, but that doesn't stop you from lightly pinching the side of his hip, where his suit had a layer of fabric.

He doesn't even blink at your attitude, his hands holding your wrist, his long fingers holding it as delicately as was allowed.

"I thought you gave up trying to play fight with me," he whispers, his voice heavy with that accent that makes your legs a little weak.

You shrug, your body approaching him almost as a reflex, your knee touching his. It's kind of annoying how much bigger he's gotten than you, and stronger. Much stronger, you know he could flip you over with a single hand and honestly the thought is more exciting than you want to admit.

"Sweet thing?" He calls to you, still with that sly smile on his lips. You blink slowly, coming back to reality.

"Hmm?"

"Aren't you going to eat your delicious donut?"

"Yes. Yes." You say, nodding.

If before you thought Jason was cute, now you could write ridiculous poems about him, two stanzas just about his sapphire eyes.

He snuggled deeper into your couch, spreading his thighs and letting out a sigh of relief at the comfort.

"Tiring patrol?" He opened his eyes when he felt your hands lightly pinching his nose, trying to make him pay attention to you again. You would never admit it out loud, but having Jason's undivided attention was kind of addictive and intoxicating.

"You could say that."

You dropped the donuts on the living room table, suddenly feeling guilty. Even though it was just him teasing you, the store that sold your favorite donuts was really far away.

"I'm sorry I made you take my stupid donuts." He let out a breath when you rested your chin on his shoulder, staring at him from under your eyelashes.

"No. I don't forgive you." He teased, his hands going down to your waist and drawing circles there.

"Seriously, I was selfish." You repeat, looking down at the red bat symbol on his chest.

His blue eyes continued to stare at you, his hands coming up and lightly holding your chin, his eyebrows furrowed. Jason never accepted it when you seemed sad towards him, or when you made it seem like you were a hindrance in his life.

"Stop that shit."

A laugh escaped through your nostrils.

"You still have such a dirty mouth, Todd. My mother still blames you for the variety of curses I know."

He laughed, the sound going straight to your stomach. It should be forbidden for someone to have such a delightful laugh to hear. Jason wasn't as much of a laugh now as he used to be when he was a child, his innocence had been taken away from him years ago, so you drank every drop of his laughter you could.

"Well, I blame you every time I act stupid. We're even."

You reached your hands up to his hair and pulled lightly, like you used to do when you wanted to get back at him when you were kids. But this time, he didn't laugh you away or flick you in retaliation. His lips curved into a thin line and his eyes blinked so fast you thought you'd imagined it.

"Sweetie." Jason's voice was low, the nickname sending an electric shock through your body. "We're not kids anymore."

"You're still just as annoying." You joked, praying he wouldn't notice the slight crack in your voice.

"No, sweet thing, you didn't understand what I meant." He said, his blue eyes staring straight into your face. His hands moved down to your hips, pulling you closer to him, your legs almost resting on his thigh. "I'm saying we're not kids anymore." He repeated.

"Yes. I obviously know that."

He let out a long sigh, as if you were irritating him with your stupidity.

His slightly chapped lips parted as he said something that you were momentarily lost in, your hands resting on his muscular thigh. He gripped your chin tighter when he noticed your inattention and felt your hand on his thigh.

"See? That's what I'm saying." He let out a laugh that wasn't like before, it wasn't genuine and open-hearted, it was low and had a feeling you couldn't quite grasp. "You keep touching me and teasing me like we're children."

"I can stop." You stammered, very confused and feeling a little dizzy. This new Jason Todd, with more scars and less shyness, was making your throat suddenly close up.

"You're not supposed to stop." He whispered, his other hand coming back to grab the back of your neck and pull your faces so close you could feel his warm breath. "Just letting you know that now, when you lie on top of me and stare at me like that, my first thought isn't to play fight with you, darling." His hand squeezed your chin lightly as he added, his voice lower, "When you stare at me like that, all I think about is kissing you stupid."

Forming words seemed harder than ever.

"Ah."

"Ah," he mimicked you in a thin voice, a goofy smile on his face, his grip on your chin bringing your lips close to his. "I say I want to make you sigh my name and that's all you have to say?"

You clear your throat, your eyelashes fluttering slightly. The hand resting on his thigh makes an involuntary movement to lightly squeeze the muscle there. Jason's blue eyes darken, a noise close to a growl leaving his lips.

"You keep doing these things. Fuck, baby, every time you almost climb on my lap like it's nothing." He took a deep breath, as if he was losing his mind, closing his eyes so as not to get lost in his own thoughts. "You must know what you're doing to me."

"No. I. No." You repeated, still very overwhelmed by how close you were. Your best friend, staring at you like he was about to destroy you.

He smiled again at your mental confusion, brushing his lips against yours and letting out a low moan that made you gasp. "Let me kiss you, please?"

You nodded, crashing your lips against his before you had to beg for it. Jason's lips were rough against yours, as if he was punishing you for making him wait, for making him yearn for this.

Jason's ability to focus on multitasking was evident when he pulled you to sit fully on his lap, without separating your lips, his hands moving up and down your body, swallowing the small moans that came out of your mouth.

"I think I've already thought of a way for you to pay for your stupid donuts," he whispered, pulling your lips away for a few seconds to smile at you.

You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in years. Your hands cupped his face, caressing his cheek. There were so many questions and doubts swirling around your mind, but Jason pulled you into a hug, kissing your forehead.

"Honey, it took you a long time to realize that you're mine. Just relax."

You blinked away the tears, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, a genuine smile on your lips.

Your best friend was in love with you too, and everything would be okay.

I hope you liked it, sorry for the mistakes, I need to review all my works. My epub box is open, I just want to write more for Jason!! I'm stupid for him. And I'll be dying on the hill that Jason Todd has a dirty mouth. I'm trying to write for a gender-neutral reader but I've discovered that I have difficulty, I'm sorry, but I'll keep trying.

[amu-says-hav-says]

I can’t believe I went through all of Season 2 assuming Nina was the stand-in for Crowley when you actually pay attention it’s so CLEAR that she’s Aziraphale. I was tricked by her spiky, sarcastic, cynical outer shell and lulled into a false sense of security by Maggie’s bubbly optimism and wholesome goodness, because on the surface they reflect the ineffable husbands perfectly, in their personalities, their aesthetics, even many of their actions and morals. but not, and this is the real key, when it comes to their “relationship”. but those first impressions really had me damn fooled. 

I missed the blatantness of Nina’s “we’re just friends. actually we’re not friends. we barely know each other.” the same thing Aziraphale said in season 1.  the way he still struggles to quantify their friendship when Nina asks. Nina’s sarcasm when Crowley asks about rain and awnings because it worked for him (we all know it LMAO). hell, that whole convo the girls have in the rain is so AziraCrow (“I know. I’m not your type” “...You have no idea” hits so much harder the second time, help meeeee.) “Lindsay” maybe being symbolic of Heaven and Aziraphale’s toxic relationship with them and their abuse? (the handwritten text messages in red pen make me think of angry notes on paperwork, anyone else?) because Crowley has never actually cared about what Hell thinks of him, just not getting into trouble (or him or Aziraphale getting hurt). Maggie is always chasing Nina. NINA NEVER GOES IN THE RECORD STORE. Just like Crowley always goes to the bookstore, to Aziraphale, Zira NEVER WENT TO THE FLAT (apart from The Swap but that doesn’t count imo). Crowley has always chased Zira, not the other way around. Always there to rescue him, always going to him for company, always relying on their shared connection, always US. OUR SIDE. All through season one, he comes to Zira every time to work together, never trying to work alongside Hell in any way that isn’t to save their skins or Earth, while Zira hides things from Crowley because he STILL thinks Heaven is ultimately good and will do the right thing if he can just show them. fix it from the inside. 

Maggie working up the courage to finally say something, to put herself out there, while Nina is utterly oblivious and then when she does realise Maggie has feelings, becoming standoffish, putting up that barrier, fighting it, denying it, ITS SO CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE IN THAT ORDER. the way I was fooled into thinking Nina’s trust issues are Crowley because he does have trust issues ofc he does BUT Crowley has ALWAYS TRUSTED AZIRAPHALE. has always relied on him. has always been hurt when Aziraphale doesn’t immediately reciprocate the way he expects (the holy water request, the bandstand, the “off in the stars” etc). he’s always the one putting himself forward. Aziraphale has always been the one to second guess everything, to fight their connection, their similarities, their friendship. the girls really made me think it was going to be okay when they sat Crowley down, even as my inner sirens were going haywire about Metatron interfering, they were telling Crowley he just needs to open up and it’ll all work out BUT HE’S ALREADY AT THAT POINT. he may not say it, and by gosh is that part of their damn problem, but he’s always SHOWN IT. he’s not Nina who needs time to heal and recover from her broken trust, he’s always been Maggie believing it doesn’t matter, they’ll end up together in the end anyway AND I WALKED RIGHT INTO THE TRAP THAT THIS MEANT THEY WERE GOING TO BE OKAYYYYYYYYYYY

[myauditionfordrphil]

Let me make this clear, Hind's and the paramedic's death were not an accident. It was not a misfired bomb or failed missile, it was a cruel and strategic plan to murder those innocent people. They made the ambulance wait hours before giving them the permission - mind you that they need permission to rescue people so that they are not killed by the constant fire - they made them wait for literal hours before giving them the assurance that the fire would be stopped so that they could rescue her, they gave Hind the false hope that the medics would rescue her before they bombed the medics in front of her and then killing her too. This was a brutal, vicious and inhumane ploy to kill that little girl, who begged to be rescued from the carcass, whose voice was heard all over the world, and those poor medics who just wanted that little soul to be saved. There is no possible excuse for this barbaric atrocity. Those medics were not Hamas, Hind was not Hamas, they were not that dangerous that Israel would need to 'defend' itself, so what's the excuse now? Hell they didn't even did anything wrong yet they were met with a fate like this. If you still stand and support Israel after this then you are undeserving to be called a human. This is not a war, this is a blatant genocide and it's high time that the people in power start to take action otherwise it would not be aliens or AIs who'll bring the end of this world, it would be these inhuman people.