#going into a dangerous area with his TEAM in a HELICOPTER

[bucksboobs]

One of the failed opportunities of season 7 that can be blamed on time constraints is the fact they don’t address that Eddie just… got in a helicopter. Twice. Lives weren’t even on the line the second time he just casually had his new friend Tommy fly him in a helicopter. Like obviously this season was more interested in Eddie’s Shannon Trauma but some acknowledgment, even a single line, about Eddie being up in the air again, would have been nice

[rcmclachlan]

I love how it appears that Tommy is the grounded, well-adjusted foil to Buck's devil-may-care adrenaline junkie, but I also have to remind myself that Tommy was the guy who was asked to steal a helicopter and fly it into a category 5 hurricane on a hunch, and he was like, "yeah, cool, let's go."

Buck probably thinks Tommy's a rational, responsible adult, because he's so considerate and he owns a house and he's so methodical when he takes Buck apart in bed and he's got a 401k and a Roth IRA account. The helicopter heist flight was definitely an outlier.

But eventually he learns the truth: Tommy's batshit insane.

Like, they're hanging in bed one morning and Buck's on his phone trying to solve the math riddle Hen sent him, and he laments the loss of his lightning-enhanced skills. And Tommy, turning the page on the WWI biography he's reading, absently says, "At least you got them. All I got was 30% hearing loss in my left ear."

Buck slowly lowers his phone and demands an explanation, and Tommy, still focused on his book, tells him about when he was struck by lightning. Both times. The second time he was in the middle of a hoist and winch rescue trying to get to the captain of a sunk fishing boat in the middle of open ocean during a storm. Tommy holds his place in his book with his thumb and shows Buck the picture Lucy took of his Lichtenberg burn—it spans the entirety of his back and goes halfway down his arms. Buck stares at it, stunned, then takes the phone and book out of Tommy's hands, tosses them on the floor, and proceeds to suck Tommy's brain out through his dick.

The first time Buck goes to see Tommy at Harbor, Tommy is still en route back from a call, so Buck gets to talking to two people named Nico and Dana who've worked with Tommy since he arrived. Buck sheepishly apologizes for putting Tommy in such a dangerous position with the hurricane.

Nico and Dana look at each other and snort. Nico puts his hand on Buck's shoulder and is like, "Dude, that is not the craziest thing Kinard's ever done. That's not the craziest thing he's done this year."

They tell him about his legendary but batshit NATOPS check maneuvers and how no one's ever been able to figure out how he can do a barrel roll in low altitude in a transport bird.

They tell him about the time he and Donato were called to a high-rise gas explosion, and they casevac'd an unconscious, pregnant woman who ended up going into labor. Tommy got back there and, with the power of WikiHow on his side, delivered a healthy baby girl halfway to LA General.

They tell him about the time he sustained a concussion while landing a malfunctioning helicopter in the baseball field of a middle school, and yet somehow found the strength to host an impromptu AMA to three hundred kids about what being a pilot's like while he munched on tater tots and waited for a rescue.

They tell him about the time he was flying with a probie at night in an area with uncharted power lines that got tangled in the rotor, and how he slung the probie under his arm like a tote bag and dove out of the helicopter right before it exploded.

They tell him about the time Tommy and Nico were called to a cliffside mansion where some foreign dignitary's daughter was being held hostage. Tommy ended up HRSTing out of the helicopter and onto the scene, and then proceeded to beat the hell out of the guy, get himself stabbed, and give the SWAT team so much shit when they arrived that the 217 has an honorary table every year at the Backdraft Ball.

When Tommy finally shows up and disembarks, Dana's halfway through a story about the time they were all called to Shasta County to help with the Carr Fire in 2018, and as soon as Buck sees him over Dana's shoulder, he shouts, "You flew into a fire tornado?!"

Tommy's expression goes a little hunted and he holds up his hands placatingly, like, "In my defense, I tried to find another way around it—"

And Dana's like, "The fuck you did. You looked me dead in the eye and said, 'You know what would be funny?' And then you banked right into the whirl."

"It's not like you tried to stop me," Tommy says accusingly, ignoring the way the side of his head is starting to smoke from the intensity of Buck's stare.

"Well, no, you were right: it was funny," Dana says with a shrug.

That night, Buck rides Tommy slow and vicious and makes him recount every detail of the fire whirl flight before he'll let Tommy come, and the entire time he grips Tommy's head and forces him to hold Buck's gaze and thinks, I can't believe I ever thought you were normal. You're insane, you're out of your mind, you're perfect, you're perfect, you're perfect for me.

In the afterglow, practically humming with satisfaction, Buck bites playfully at Tommy's chest and says, "So this is what Lucy meant when she texted me that you and I match each other's crazy. Hell, after everything you've done, I think the only thing left to check off your list is, like, aliens."

And Tommy's entire body freezes and he falls very silent very suddenly. Buck lifts his head to stare at him, like, "You've gotta be kidding me."

"Evan, for legal reasons, I need you to change the subject."

[justwinginglife]

Was just thinking about all the times Sylus has helped us at work and I feel like Rafayel would be much the same. He also has things he should be doing, places to go, people to see, work to finish, and yet he’d rather slip out of work to go find you because no other place or person could ever measure up to the pleasure of seeing you. And god forbid you shoot him a text that it looks like you’ll be working late tonight. That man needs his time with you and he is getting it no matter what. 

“Hey cutie, I was just in the area, and thought I’d bring you a cup of coffee!” Rafayel enthusiastically waves as he makes his merry way over to you.

“Umm. Thanks babe…hey- I thought you were at an art event a city over?”

“Pshhh, it’s practically next door.”

“It’s…it’s like a 40 minute drive from here.” 

“Good thing I didn’t drive then.” He grins, pointing at the helicopter you’ve just now noticed is flying away. 

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head at all the theatrics. "I see I'll be apologizing to Thomas later." You accept his coffee and slip your fingers in between his, allowing him to walk you back to your division’s office. "Thanks for the drink, baby. It was nice seeing you, even if only for a minute.”

Rafayel smiles like he’s content just to walk beside you. But he knows he didn’t fly all the way here just for a mere minute of your time. “Hey, you know, I was just thinking- the coffee shop I happened to stop by had this weird back alley behind it and I saw some guys with tiger tattoos carrying these heavy boxes. Kinda strange, isn’t it?”

Your eyes widen with recognition as you recall your briefing from this morning detailing the group of ruffians who’d stolen and tampered with a large batch of Protocores; the one thing every member of this group had in common were their tiger tattoos. “Where was this coffee shop again?”

And before you even realize he’s weaseled his way into your mission, you blink and suddenly you’re in a warehouse, looming over the infamous gang, every member bound and gagged, with barely time to recall how you’d even gotten here in the first place. And why were they already served up to you on a silver platter? These men were dangerous, cunning. That’s why Jenna had made sure to let everyone know it would be a late night. But now, here they were, all tied together in the center of the room, before it was even five o clock, like they’d been gifted to you. No, seriously, someone had put a bow on top of their heads. 

You turn to Rafayel, suspicion swirling in your mind.

He shrugs. “Just as lost as you are.”

“But you went ahead to do recon. Remember? I said let me take care of it, and you were already running three steps ahead of me. Surely you must have something to do with this.” You speak as if you already know the answer, but you don’t. You know it’s highly possible Rafayel helped you, but he couldn’t have been gone for more than a minute before he came bounding back to you to tell you there was a back entrance. With how many gang members there are, each with their own unique skill set, you’re sure there’s no way he alone took down the entire lot of them. Right?

Rafayel subtly adjusts his hand so it’s behind him, wiping a drop of blood from his knuckles on his dark pants. “Not me, cutie. I’m just your recon guy. But it’s very flattering that you think I can do so much in so little time.” He even throws in a dramatic bow to make the situation seem all the more ridiculous. 

He’s right. You’ve seen him fight, and he’s a great fighter, but there’s no way one guy took on an entire gang. You must be too hopped up on caffeine to think straight. You snap back into work mode and call in a team to escort the gang members to jail and seize all their assets. Rafayel watches from the sidelines, proud as ever.

“Whew!” You jog back to Rafayel after doling out a few commands to your fellow officers. “Sorry for the wait, love- hope you weren’t too bored.”

“Nonsense. I thought it was very entertaining -not to mention attractive- the way you bossed all those rookies around.” He gives you a wink.

You blush and change the subject. “So it looks like I won’t be home late after all, do you wanna maybe go somewhere for dinner?”

“Sure thing, cutie. Why don’t you pick a place on your phone? I’ll try anything you like. But I think I dropped my bracelet when I was sneaking around the warehouse. Lemme just do a quick lap and I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Are you sure? I can come with-”

“It’s just a silly, little bracelet; I’ll come right back. And don’t you even think about pre-paying for the meal; you know I always have you covered. Be right back!” He gives you a quick peck on the lips before sending you off towards the car in a daze. 

Once he’s sure you’re out of sight, he slips into the prison bus where the officers are temporarily holding the prisoners until they can be transferred to jail.  “I’m sure no one in here is stupid enough to try anything after our little spat earlier, but I wanted to pay you all a visit anyway in case you get any ideas about escaping. I’ve got dinner plans tonight and if they get interrupted for any reason at all, you’ll be answering to me and I won’t be as generous as I was earlier.” With one last commanding look, the devil in his eyes, he slips out of the bus like he was never there in the first place. 

Skipping over to the car, his demeanor completely changed, he sticks his head through your open window and plants a huge kiss on your cheek. “Pick a place yet, cutie? Where are we going?”

[artsninspo]

006 | Richmond Inc.

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♠ summary: Thrust into leadership, Lorence battles pressure, secrecy, and an enigmatic boss—until his unexpected attentiveness causes things to heat up more than expected ☕.

♠ pairing: Terry Richmond (Aaron Pierre - Rebel Ridge) X Lorence Cole (Black Fem OC)

♠ word-count: ~2.6K

⌖ - Richmond Inc. HQ

The new demands of my position are both a gift and a curse as I’m required to expand my knowledge base and think as a leader. There’s an element of freedom that I've been robbed of in this new position. There’s no time for fresh ideas and innovation in the same way there's no freedom to make mistakes. There’s no one to ask to review the work I have - I'm the final step in the pecking order before the other’s at my level look and ultimately Richmond’s eyes scan over it. I’d be lying if I said the thought doesn’t unnerve me. Dissatisfaction on his face and the scolding that will undoubtedly follow is a nagging inevitability. I’ve sat through so many briefings that I miss doing the work. This week has been an overwhelming barrage of discourse, planning and preparation. We’ve gone over logistics and transportation which is my specialty. Monaco is a logistical and transportation nightmare but I’ve taken all the necessary notes to make sure everything goes off without a hitch. Which includes sending one of my best agents there in person to scope out the scene and get the necessary measurements and blueprints. It’s my first major assignment and with my budget sky’s the limit. Consulting for the organization responsible for the formula one race's security is not something I ever considered in the realm of possibility; so I make the most of it. I add to my list of tasks and lock the documents before going over my new operating budgets. I still have money to spend but until my best guy is back I can’t be sure where the resources will be best allocated. I’m researching local charities in the area when Richmond appears in the doorway. It’s his first time stopping by all week and I can’t say I’ve missed the light eyed giant. 

“Sir” I stand.

“Cole, I’ve received preliminary drafts from all the other teams. Is there something you require assistance with?” He asks, leaning in the doorway. He’s in a white knitted sweater today looking too casual for a man like him. 

“I thought we had another week” I respond, disregarding how his arms fill out the otherwise cuddly, cozy ensemble, transforming it into something different altogether.

“I like to look over things by the project’s midpoint,” he explains, folding his arms.

“Well, I’m new and I didn’t know that” I swallow daring to meet his eyes.

“We can go over what you have for now,” Richmond says entering my office. I straighten, hating his presence and proximity. With Richmond it isn't walking on eggshells, it's like walking on glass barefoot. I stand walking over to the table and pressing the projector button. I unencrypted my files and show him what I’ve been working on. He watches attentively, his eyes scanning through the details projected in front of him.

“They’re color coded by threat level” he says perceptively interpreting the markings I have on the 3D map model of the area the races will take place in. 

“Yeah, it determines what will work in terms of an emergency exits.” I state, explaining my process.

“So you don’t only look at routes?” He asks.

“No, when I develop my plans I consider routes, danger, closures, alternate routes and transportation that is as discreet as possible while being resilient and agile” I explain and he nods zooming in on my tablet.

“You’re looking for places to land helicopters? Possible counter sniper positions.” He says interpreting my work in seconds. Impressive isn’t the word. Nothing is explicitly stated there’s just circles, dots, x’s and stars in a variety of colours.

“Yeah” I nod and he looks from the tablet back to me, with a ghost of a smirk on his lips, only for it to be gone as soon as it appears.

“You’re doing Jameson work for him.” He comments.

“I understand why our teams are separate but I think all aspects should inform each other” I swallow and his expression hardens.

“That’s not your job. It’s to take direction. No one should be fully informed of the other's actions in case of leaks. Your team needs to be agile. Keep your work to yourself” he orders going back to his military facade.

“With all the testing you still don’t trust us?” I ask and he scowls. His jaw sets before clicking as he clenches  it. 

“It’s not about trust. It’s about what a person gives away during torture. How can I protect my team from that? The rules are in place for a reason. Adhere to them” he orders again but his eyes are more sensitive. If I were a psychiatrist I could diagnose his paranoia and mood swings but as a civilian I table my judgement.

“The non patronizing way to say that is;  follow protocol Cole” I quip before he gets carried away and it ends poorly.

“I don’t care if you don’t like my delivery. At least you’ll be alive not to like it” he comments standing. I can't help the sharp look I send his way. If he were anyone else I wouldn’t put up with it. “Good work” he says finally but somehow the praise falls flat.

“Have you lost a lot of people?” I ask and the tension in his shoulders answers the question in an instant. His expression sobers. 

“I’ve seen a lot of death,” he nods. I look him over before nodding. It at least explains his incessant over preparation and commitment to structure, secrecy and preventative measures.

“I’m sorry,” seems the only appropriate response.

“You won’t have to be if you follow protocol. Your safety equipment needs to be fitted before we go wheels up, go see Cassandra. I’m scheduling you for some extra hand to hand” he says adding more to my plate.

“I don’t have time for extra hand to hand, I’m behind” I tell him pointing to the projections.

“No you’re not” he swallows. “You’ll fry your brain if you continue staring at blueprints. Movement will serve you more than sitting at your desk” he says parroting what I’ve heard from Jameson. I wonder if it's advice Jameson has commandeered from the Boss.

“Okay” I concede. RIchmond seems surprised by my concession but he nods, slipping his hands into the pockets of his trousers. Cassandra appears in the doorway and I let out a relieved breath.

“I hope you’re being nice.” she says, looking him over. Richmond doesn’t dignify her with a response. “Are you finished or can I steal Cole - her safety second skins are in” Cassandra says.

“We’re done and I have ten minutes” he says looking at his watch. I go along with them walking to his office suite instead of asking questions. Two suits wait in a box in his conference room. One is my perfect nude shade, it nearly looks like mesh but it's made of something stronger. It’s fully opaque and when I hold it up I frown wondering what in the T’Challa Black Panther, Richmond has paid for me to wear.

I raise a brow. “What’s this for?” 

“Protection, no burns, cuts or bullets can pierce it. A safety precaution” Cassandra responds.

“Try it on,” Richmond says, stepping out of the room.

“Please!” Cassandra scowls at him as she closes the door. I hold it up again and wonder what else money can buy. I head into the ensuite and I undress quickly. I step into the unitard that fits almost like a second skin. I manage the nearly invisible zipper at my side and look in the mirror. I look remarkably naked and tense up when I see shaded contouring that could pass for real hips and ass.

“Need help?” I hear Cassandra ask from outside.

“Uhh?” I respond and she giggles.

“That’s exactly how I felt - can we come in?” she asks.

“I guess” I responded, not quite sure. I remind myself I’m not naked as I leave the bathroom and re-enter the conference room as they come in. Cassandra’s eyes scan me.

“Toes are wonky” she says to Richmond whose eyes are glued to my body. 

“The suit is wonky” he comments with eyes on my breasts. “May I touch you?” he asks without making eye contact.

“Ok” I respond unsure if no is even an option and he stands behind me pulling the material taut until I can feel it on my chest and stomach like a corset. When I look behind he hes standing with a handful of the suit.

“That’s how it should fit” he tells Cassandra, sparing a look her way. The suit feels completely different with this kind of tension. He grapes lower, gathering the same amount of fabric in the small of my back. I feel like a doll in his care as he manhandles the suit. It’s oddly erotic, or maybe it’s been too long since a man has had his hands on me. He goes to do the same around my hips but there’s no stretch left. 

“Can you see if there’s any give?” he asks as if he hasn't already probably made at least five HR violations. I oblige finding some give.

“Hold it like that” Richmond demands and I wonder if he’s this bossy in bed. Girl, get your head out of the gutter!

“Cassandra test its resistance” he says and Cassandra comes over with some sort of scanner gun reading all over my body noting weak points with a red marker as well as what needs to be removed. 

“The suit has to fit like a glove, it’s most effective when the fibres are extended to their limit they interlock creating … well armour.” she explains.

“What if I have to pee?” I ask being practical.

“You’ll get a zipper once everything else fits seamlessly” Cassandra explains. It’s another level of overkill.

“Does everyone wear these?” I ask.

“They aren't required for smaller scale events, I always wear mine for the big ones” she explains. Richmond is still staring at me and it makes me feel naked, the proximity, the physical toughness, the attention. My body hums like a starving stomach craving sustenance. I’m gonna need to see a therapist for sure, I think looking away from him and back to Cassandra who clears her throat.

“Mr. Richmond, you have a call in two” she says to him and he nods, peeling his eyes from my ass. 

“Ensure it fits perfectly...Please” He says, taking one last look at me. He looks at Cassandra who nods with a smirk on her lips before leaving.

“I’m gonna go change” I announce heading into the restroom. When I get out I hand her the suit.

“Is he always so hands on?” I ask, a little unnerved.

“Hands on… he was with me but he was a lot less attentive and there was a lot more back and forth bickering until he pulled it so tight I couldn't breathe comfortably.” she discloses amused.

“I’m pretty sure that’s wrong of him” I remark.

“Terry’s like family - he’d never actually hurt me and lord knows he could” she huffs sitting on the conference table. Her disposition makes me think of them like siblings opposed to coworkers. The most toxic workplaces have the ‘family titles’ it's definitely a red flag.

“So how was your first week?’ she beams crossing her legs but my mind is on how it felt to be constricted in his hold and hugged by the suit.

“I’ve only considered quitting right now” I smile and she laughs.

“I came to your office because I was sure there was going to be fireworks. Terry was too but with how at ease he was I'd say you’re doing amazing on your first assignment. What was his feedback? I can help you decode its meaning to stay on his good side.” she smiles and I’m excited until I realize there was none.

“He just told me to stick to the protocol and that I did a good job. Oh and he prescribed extra hand to hand” I explain and her eyes light. Her smile widens like a Cheshire cat and she shakes her head.

“He’s setting me up to fail isn't he?” I ask, afraid of some humiliation ritual test.

Cassandra shakes her head. “No Lorence, it means you're keeping him up at night. He must think you're one of the best”

“I don’t copy.” I confess.

“The best agents are all the same Lorence and they never leave their people behind when shit hits the fan. He doesn't think you’ll be tripped up by the plans so he’s preparing you for the people.” she explains.

“Do I have anyone but him to fear?” I ask.

“No, that’s how I know you’re keeping him up. The guys that we’d need to fear see us as menu options - they don't know we’re trained to kick their ass and so they never have security with them. They’re easy to outsmart before things get ‘hand to hand’” Cassandra explains and it’s consistent with training. I get a reverie of the intensity in Richmonds eyes as he held the extra fabric of my suit taut, again. I never put much stock in her words before.

“I think you're wrong. Richmond doesnt look like he needs help attracting women. I’m sure you’ve had to shoo away your fare share.” I respond.

“Are you kidding?! He’s a work-a-holic. I've only seen him flirt for better access. His indiscretions are kept from me if they exist” she comments. “Come on, let's go shopping for after hours  in Monaco - I have a few party invites with an open plus one slot.” she winks and it sounds like a good way to relax and enjoy the rest of the day. Retail therapy is still therapy after all.

Cassandra and I end up in the heart of the city in stores with names that English speakers need tutorials to pronounce. Cassandra can sell salt to a snail because she convinces me to indulge in whims that are unfamiliar and then she swipes the company card stating outfits while on vacation are somehow a business expense. Paranoia makes me set aside the amounts in case it’s some test or something the Boss intends to scream at me for later. But for the rest of the night from shopping all the way to my night routine I’m a little uneasy. Terry Richmond’s ability to rattle me is unmatched. Whether in anger or cloaked kindness. The intensity of his expression is imprinted in my mind. 

I lay awake in bed slightly amused by the irony of Cassandra’s words. At least if they’re true I’m keeping him from sleeping too. It feels like some consolation for all he’s put me through. Maybe my haywire feelings are the result of something akin to Stockholm syndrome. The result of that stupid test. His gaze comes back to me again and the attention held within them. My body heats as recognition clicks into place, its reaction starts to make sense. After years of feeling unnerved and unsure I’ve read the first real emotions from him. There was real sincerity in his eyes. No resentment or animosity. Maybe hints of more complicated emotions but at its core it seemed to be pure preoccupation with my safety.

My body seems to settle at my brain's recognition of the day's events. The anxious energy leaves my body and I settle when it becomes clear to me that before all else my boss wants me to be okay. Before I take my last conscious thought, I promise to move forward with Richmond with that at the forefront of my brain.

authors note: what are you doing if you're Lorence and the boss gets all close and touchy feely? Fight, freeze, call HR - I have to know! Let me know what you think in a comment or reblog 🖤 if you enjoyed things heating up dont forget to comment, reblog and like!

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[marymary-diva17]

The other sully

Family bonds had always been strong for the navi and the humans as well, family and people had become everyone things during hard times. There was true among the sully but mostly when it came to Jake sully, he did have a strong bond with his family back on earth but gave up his old life for a new one on pandora. Unware that the other sully on pandora life had been in danger by the rda, who were seeking revenge against the many traitors.

y/n " ....." the sunlight had soon hit your face waking you up from your slumber, as you soon raised from the bed you are laying in. it has been fifteen years since you had arrived on pandora. Your arrival here had been something of wonder and fear. When you came here to study the plant and the navi as well, but it soon become fear when the rda was after all of grace team and even those close to Jake. That was you his baby sister that had been capture and escaped, one life over for her and new one began shortly after.

y/n " another brand new day" the sounds of waves crashing had gotten your attention, as you soon moved to the common area of your home.

????? " good morning ma y/n"

y/n " hello my husband Raeyi" the fifteen years here you had been given refugee by the metkayain clan, after they found you clingy to the dirt wood in the water. A few miles from a crashed helicopter they had thought you were a dreamwalker or a demon, staying here in secret until they saw the tulkun protecting you from any danger. One of them even take you onto their backs, in hopes of saving you from death door.

Raeyi " is everything alright my yawne"

y/n " I was thinking about them again my brothers"

Raeyi " one of them dead and other one still living here unknown, to him that you are here as well"

y/n " I don't think the rda sent him a message right away like hey Jake sully we have your baby sister here, do you still love and care about her because it seems like you picked his side ... I don't blame him for loving pandora and finding love again but I feel like he left me behind"

Raeyi" it take heart to still holding someone so dear after all the pain, that you had been through ma y/n" Raeyi is the brother of tonowari and he had brought you back to the village. Ronal and tonowari had allowed you to stay, seeing that you were baldy hurt and the cloned spirt brothers and sisters would'nt let them bring you elsewhere at the moment.

Raeyi " there had been good that came out when you escaped from those demons, I had gotten to meet you the dreamwlaker I had made my mate or wife in human words"

y/n " still a man with smooth talking words even after fifteen years" Raeyi soon smile as he soon leaned in and gave you a kiss, you still wish to see your brother one day and speak with him.

Raeyi " i do my best ma y/n" soon the sound of footsteps walking towards the common area had caught the couple attention.

Raeyi " my sons good mornings" you had looked up to see your twin sons standing there, your sons Aiiu and Ati had made the clan surprised but when it came to you it was not a shocker. As your family had a long line of twins and it seems like you had kept that going. They are carbon copies of their father but did know the sky people language from you and understood, the humans tech and everything else.

Raeyi " i will be going with my brother on portal today"

y/n " that good to know but stay safe husband the rda had returned, and they will stop at nothing to fully their greed"

Raeyi " i will ma y/n if you promise me to stay safe as well I don't, wish for those demons to come get you ... I will not let them hurt you more like they already have done"

Later on that day

y/n " today everything seems to be going well ...." your words had been interrupted when the sound of a horn had drawn your attention. When you soon looked up to see mountain banshee a good group of them, flying towards the village. You had called your IIu and and headed, back to the village right away.

y/n " ......" you had soon reached the village and got off go your IIu soon swim in the water and towards the shore. That when you spotted navi from the omatacayia clan standing on sandy beach.

????? " daddy there is someone like us already here"

????? " tuk baby girl what are you talking about ....y/n" you had heard a voice you hadn't heard in so long, it was your older brother Jake he looked at you.

y/n " Jake"

norm " Jake who are you .... y/n"

y/n " norm" a few avatars had soon looked towards you and saw you standing there, shocked to see a avatar female all the way out here but more shock to see another sully here as well. Jake soon walked towards you and hugged you.

neytiri " ma Jake do you know of this women"

Jake " yes she is my sister neytiri the one I spoke about"

neytiri " your sister y/n"

Jake " yes y/n you are really here please tell me it true or have we been traveling to long and we are all seeing things"

norm " no Jake we all can see here and so can metekayain as well"

????? " father this is our aunt" you had seen three teens and the girl from before looking at you, with smiles on their faces.

y/n " you are a father now"

Jake " yes there is so much you have missed y/n"

mo'at " Jake sully this women is the sister you had been talking about"

Jake " yes but how are you here I thought you where somewhere safe, how are you here" you didn't have time to answer your brother questions as, the arrival of tonowari and your mate coming back from portal. Along side with ronal and her three children as well.

tsireya " aunt y/n is everything okay do you know these guests"

y/n " yes I do reya"

aonung " they are like you more of them seem to be from the same clan as you"

y/n " yes you are right aonung"

rotox " mother and father will love to have some words with them, alongside uncle Raeyi as well"

Raeyi " y/n is everything okay"

y/n " yes everything is fine we have some guests as we all can see"

Ronol " yes we do the some of the omatcayia clan have come to see us, lead by Jake sully himself"

Jake " hello we have come here in peace and mean no harm"

tonowari " why have you come here Jake sully please tell us"

Jake " we have come here seeking sanctuary for our children and our selves"

ronal " you know of y/n here it seems"

Jake " yes she my younger sister I never knew she was here"

ronal " ......"

tonowari " we wish for now war and more trouble we, already have enough trouble here"

Jake " we wish just to keep our families safe and we will help out" tonowari and ronal had looked at each other and soon back at Jake.

tonowari " you all can stay see how you have asked for our help and, how y/n here is your sister as well and member of the clan as well ... my people are guest will be staying with us and learning our ways as well"

tonowari " my children will be helping the children near you, the rest of my family and y/n will be helping as well when it comes to your group other help will be given as well"

Jake " thank you kids say thank you"

kids " thank you"

tsireya " I will show you all around the village"

y/n " I will help as well" you had helped the families bring some of their stuff over to the houses, they will be living in while they are here.

tuk " you are really my aunt"

y/n " yes I'm sweetie"

tuk " I'm so happy to have you as my aunt another sully in the family"

y/n " yes that is true"

neytiri " y/n we had thought you had been lost to us after the war with the rda, we had thought the sky demons had done worst but we are happy to have you here"

y/n " yes it good to have you all here and I will be here to help with lessons"

neytiri " thank you"

Jake " sister"

neytiri " come on tuk let leave your father and aunt to talk" tuk waved goodbye to you as you had smiled at her, and soon looked up at your brother.

Jake " I'm so happy you are here sister I thought I will never see you again, after all that had happened"

y/n " yes I thought we will be separated forever but it seems like we meet again"

Jake " you have to tell me and everyone else how you are here, we have seen rda use recoms but we never knew there were other already here"

y/n " I will explain all to you and everyone my brother .... you have a beautiful family"

Jake "thank you but they are your family as well I have told them so, many stories about you and Tommy" you and Jake had caught the kids looking at the pair, getting a smile from you and wave.

y/n " I will make sure to be there for them Jake I will not like the rda harm anyone else, after all they have done"

Jake " thank you sister but we will be here for you as well" you had nodded your head, feeling mixed emotions about your brothers words.

norm " hey y/n it good to see an friend"

y/n " hello norm I have to agree it good to see friends and colleagues as well, it has been fifteen years since I last saw you all"

norm " yes it has and it seems like we have much to discuss, max and everyone else are happy to hear about you and see you again"

y/n " good"

Jake " you have already made a life here so that will make everything easy"

y/n " yes I have made a life here so I will be helping everyone with their lessons if need be, when it comes to the adults"

Jake " thank you will you love to stay a bit longer for maybe dinner"

y/n " thank you for the offer but I should allow you and your families to settle in"

Jake " okay but let me tell you your nieces and nephews might be asking to spend time with their aunt"

y/n " I will welcome that time even with the boy who standing with them"

norm " his name is spider he is quaritch son"

y/n " oh yes I know that and he can spend time with me as well" the two males had nodded thier heads, as you soon left them to settle in as you walked home. You had came across Raeyi and his family and joined them, as most of them knew of your story and could see this might be hard time for you. Raeyi had embraced you and made a promise to be there for you during this time, and if needed he will fight your brother to keep you safe form any harm that comes from him.

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I wanted to write the end a bit smutty, but didn’t know if anyone would want to read it in this series. Maybe in the next series or chapter...? Please let me know, if you would like to read smut in this series or not!🙈

Words: 1622

Warning: Blood, death, angsty, fluff

Part 1: Wife Meets Friend | Part 2: Wife On A Mission | Part 3: Wife In Danger | Part 4: Husband Saves Wife | Part 5: (you are reading it)

John watched you from the doorway, feeling a mixture of pride and concern. He knew you were strong, after all he saw that you could protect yourself, but he couldn’t help the protective instincts within him. The thought of losing you was unbearable, and he would do everything in his power to make sure that didn’t happen.

“Ready?” He asked as you finished adjusting your outfit.

You turned to him; your expression serious but confident. “Ready.”

As you two headed out, you received a call from Kate Laswell. She had been coordinating with the CIA to gather more intel on Mikhailov, and she had news.

“Price, (Y/N), we’ve got a solid lead.” You heard Kate’s voice over the secure line. “Mikhailov was spotted in a remote area near the Russian border. It’s heavily guarded, but this might be our best chance to catch him.”

John exchanged a glance with you. This was it. “We’ll move out immediately.” He replied, his voice firm. “Keep us updated.”

“You got it. And John,” Kate added, her tone softer now, “be careful. Both of you.”

“We will.” He promised before ending the call.

The drive to the airfield was quiet, the tension between them thick. Task Force 141 was already waiting when you arrived. Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were geared up. They greeted you with a nod.

As you all boarded the helicopter, John briefed the team on the mission. “Mikhailov’s holed up in a compound near the Russian border. It’s heavily fortified, and he’ll have men watching every angle. We go in fast, take out the guards, and secure the target. (Y/N) and I will focus on Mikhailov. The rest of you cover our flanks and secure the perimeter.”

When they arrived, the team moved, each member falling into their roles seamlessly. They approached the compound under the cover of darkness.

You moved alongside John. You had been on countless missions before, but this one was different. This time, it was personal.

As they neared the compound, the team pressed on, inching closer to their target.

They breached the compound swiftly. John and you led the charge, your movements perfectly in sync as you cleared room after room, taking down every single person.

Finally, they reached a large room that could only be Mikhailov’s command center. The door was heavily guarded, but the team dispatched the guards quickly, leaving the entrance unguarded.

John glanced at you, his heart pounding. This was it.

“Ready?” He asked her, his voice low and steady.

You nodded, your grip tightening on your weapon. “Let’s finish this.”

You breached the door together, the explosive charge blowing it off its hinges. The room was filled with smoke and debris, but you moved in quickly, weapons pointing on the figure standing in the center of the room.

Mikhailov.

He was older now, but the madness in his eyes was unmistakable. He grinned as you all entered, as if he had been expecting them.

“Captain Price.” He greeted your husband with a nod. “I should have known you’d come. And you brought your lovely wife. How touching.”

John’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t lower his weapon. “It’s over, Mikhailov.”

Mikhailov chuckled darkly. “You think so? Did you really think it would be this easy?”

Before John could respond, the room was suddenly filled with the sound of gunfire. Mikhailov’s men, hidden in the shadows, opened fire from all sides. The team scattered, taking cover.

You moved with lightning speed, returning fire with deadly accuracy. You saw John doing the same. The room was a chaos of gunfire, shouts, and the smell of smoke.

As the last of Mikhailov’s men fell, the room fell silent. Mikhailov was still standing, a bullet wound in his shoulder and chest.

John stepped forward; his gun touching Mikhailov’s head. “It’s over.”

Mikhailov sneered, blood dripping from his wounds. “You think killing me will change anything, Captain? You might have stopped me, but you sure as hell can’t stop the next guy and the one after him…”

You glanced at John, who stared at Mikhailov. He fired a single shot through Mikhailov’s head. The man crumpled to the ground, the life draining out of him.

The room fell silent once more, the finality of it sinking in. Mikhailov was dead. It was over.

John lowered his weapon, his heart still pounding as he looked at you. Your eyes locked on Mikhailov’s lifeless body.

“It’s over.” John murmured to you.

You nodded. They had survived it together. All of them.

The rest of Task Force 141 gave them a moment, as they began to secure the area, checking for any remaining threats and ensuring that the compound was clear.

After a few moments, you looked up at John. “I’m sorry.” You whispered.

John shook his head. “You don’t have to apologize again, love. We’re past that now. What matters is that we’re here, together. And that we made it through.”

You nodded, your heart swelling with gratitude and love for this man who had stood by you through everything.

Ghost approached them quietly, his voice low and respectful as he addressed John. “Price, the area’s secure. No sign of any other hostiles. We’re clear.”

John nodded. “Good work, Ghost. Let’s get out of here.”

The team moved out of the compound, making their way back to the extraction point where the helicopter was waiting and they finally can go back home.

When the team landed back at the base, John and you were the last to leave the helicopter, stepping onto the tarmac as the sun began to rise.

Laswell was waiting for you, her expression a mixture of concern and relief as she approached. “I got your message.” She said, her eyes flicking between you two. “Is it done?”

John nodded. “Mikhailov’s dead.”

Kate let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “Good. You two did what needed to be done. But I have to ask…are you both okay?”

You met Kate’s gaze, a small, tired smile playing on her lips. “We will be. It’s going to take some time, but we’ll be okay.”

Kate nodded, her expression softening. “If there’s anything you need, you know where to find me.”

“Thank you, Kate.” John said, his voice full of gratitude.

As she walked away, John turned to you, his hand finding your once more. “Let’s go and rest.” He said softly.

You groaned. “Sounds good. I’m fucking tired.”

John chuckled, as you two made your way back to his quarters. Back in his quarters, John gently guided you to sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt in front of you, his hands resting on your knees as he looked up at you.

“(Y/N).” He began, his voice full of emotion. “I know things have been…complicated. But I want you to know that I’m in this with you. No matter what.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of relief, of love. You cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing over the stubble on his cheeks. “John...”

He smiled, leaning into her touch. “I’m not going anywhere, love.”

You leaned down, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. When you finally pulled apart, you rested your foreheads together.

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John woke up, glancing down at you, as you slept peacefully. He smiled at your sleeping form, knowing how rare and precious this moment of calm was, and he wasn’t going to waste it.

Careful not to wake you, John slowly shifted out of bed. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, then made his way to the kitchen to start breakfast. He couldn’t help but continue to smile. Today was their day - no missions, no threats, no shadows lurking in the background. Just them, finally free to enjoy each other’s company without the weight of the world on their shoulders.

The smell of breakfast stirred you from your sleep. You blinked, stretching before realizing you were alone in bed. A smile tugged at your lips as you slipped out of bed and padded barefoot to join him.

When you reached the kitchen, you paused in the doorway, watching him for a moment. John looked so at ease, so content. This was the man you loved, and seeing him like this, relaxed and happy, made you so damn happy.

“Good morning, love.” John greeted without turning around, sensing your presence before he even saw you.

“Good morning.” You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and pressing your cheek against his back. “This smells amazing.”

He chuckled, placing the spatula down for a moment to turn in your embrace. “Only the best for you.” He said, leaning down to kiss you gently.

You took a seat at the small kitchen table while John finished preparing breakfast. He brought the plates over, setting them down.

“Oh, not burnt?” You chuckled.

John sat down across from you, his eyes twinkling with affection. “I tried my best, love. But it isn’t as good as your meals.”

As you ate, you talked about everything and nothing - your conversation light and easy. You joked about the little things, shared stories from before they’d met, and made plans for the future - a future that now seemed brighter than ever.

After breakfast, you asked him if you could spend the day at home together without any interruptions. John shook his head. “I wish we could, but we have to get out.”

Your eyes widen. Another mission?

He chuckled at your reaction. “You owe me a date. Remember?”

You grinned brightly at him. “Of course. I can’t say no to my dear husband.”

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can I get a corrupt Joe au info dump or masterpost or something similar? love the au and wanna know more but I don't know where to start

Alright anon, here ya go

CORRUPTED JOE AU MASTERPOST

Basically the entire premise of this au is that Dina didn't hit ZZ hard enough with the pipsqueak. It was enough to boot out ZZ but some his magic remained in Joe's body and corrupted him, turning him into an overbearing, possessive, short-tempered, homicidal monster.

Joe's sole motivation is to protect and care for the Patrol Team and the BB Brigade trio, as he now views them as his own kids. Unfortunately, Joe's idea of keeping them safe means depriving them of their freedom and refusing to let them leave Caliosteo. The staff leaders have been trying to keep the kids away from Joe for their safety, and are trying to find a way to stop Joe or get off the islands.

The reason Joe can even get away with doing any of this is because the park is closed to the public during the au and he has gone out of his way to steal everyone's dino medals (by both tricking some of them into handing the medals over and by brute force). He's also destroyed any other means of leaving the islands. Any boats or helicopters are no longer functional. VMM machines have also been disrupted. Only Joe has vivosaurs and power of any form now.

Speaking of his vivosaurs, Joe uses them all to patrol Cranial City to look for threats and any runaway flaplings. Ptera patrols the skies, Heracles the more open outdoor areas, and Bulgon any small spaces the other two can't reach. Berto, Seidon, and Argento are also available to Joe, and each of them patrols a digsite. Ptera, Heracles, and Bulgon view their roles in this as just ensuring the safety of the kids. They do not understand why the kids run away from them and Joe.

The magic has twisted Joe in mind and body. Most of his unhinged behavior is rooted in emotions that Joe already had, just forcibly cranked up to dangerous extremes.

A brief overview of the major changes Joe has undergone:

-Joe already cares about the BB Brigade commanders and the Patrol Team, even starting to view them as his own, and as such desires to protect them. Additionally, he feels guilty about not being able to keep anyone safe from ZZ, who he unleashed in the first place. The magic amplifies this to unhealthy degrees. Joe begins believing he needs to keep them safe from anything and everything at all costs, that he's the ONLY one who can do so. The kids need to be with him always.

-His anger is so so bad now. Joe already had anger issues, if him shouting at the BB Brigade and said Brigade comparing his anger to literal natural disasters is anything to go by. The magic turns him downright murderous. Anyone who Joe thinks is a threat to his flaplings needs to die. People who try to separate him from the kids for their safety are also viewed as threats. No one keeps Joe from his kids. NO ONE.

-The magic has granted him increased strength. Joe always had great endurance but he's never really been all that strong. The magic however, has made him so strong he can solo vivosaurs by himself. That's terrifying.

-Much like his vivosaurs, he doesn't know why the flaplings would ever try to leave him. Don't they know how hard he tries to protect them? Because he can't fathom the idea that maybe he's the problem, he blames the staff leaders, who he believes are trying to turn his flaplings against him. The magic makes it very hard for Joe to reflect on himself. He upsets the kids, murders and attempts to murder people, but he legitimately thinks he's just a hardworking single dad trying his best while the world seems to be unfairly against him. Basically, Joe is existing in one of those parent simulator games where things always go wrong while everyone else exists in a horror game.

-His more monstrous appearance is a rather recent development. At first his eyes were tainted purple, with the pupils glazed over. Now he's began to take on the traits of ZZ himself. Not good.

-After ingesting a miraculous fossil he can now wield the dark magic. Examples include creating ghastly flames or turning his limbs into magic ones that can be shaped and stretched however Joe sees fit. There's no known limit to his abilities.

A rough timeline of canon events so far:

Canon happens as normal.

Months go by of nothing but Joe feeling under the weather.

The park closes for maintenance, most people leave except for the staff leaders, Joe, the Patrol Team, Scatterly, BB Brigade commanders, and maybe a few normal staff that are mostly on the other islands.

Joe becomes fully corrupted, unbeknownst to everyone else.

Joe steals everyone's medals.

The Patrol Team go to the staff leaders, who are all on Cranial Isle, for help.

The staff leaders see Joe's unhinged behavior and try to leave with everyone else.

Joe becomes enraged, and starts the cat and mouse dynamic between him and the others for the rest of the au.

The staff leaders form a makeshift base on the outskirts of Cranial City, making regular supply runs while avoiding Joe.

The Patrol Team devise a plot to get their medals back, with Dina raiding Wildwest Tower while Joe and his vivosaurs are distracted. Dino and Pauleen distract Bulgon and Heracles. Todd is used to draw Joe out into Rainbow Canyon and away from the tower (wrote a mini fic for this, try using the "#zesty tries to write something" tag, you'll find it faster that way). Rupert watches Joe and Todd from the sidelines, and is there to warn Dina of when Joe comes back. Joe ends up chasing Todd with Ptera, but comes back earlier than anticipated, leaving everyone but Rupert stuck with him.

Rupert returns to the staff leaders and BB Brigade trio, and goes to scout a few days later.

The Fossildig CEO comes to Caliosteo looking for Rupert. Joe lures him just outside of the city and kills him. Rupert unfortunately is a witness, and Joe finds him and brings him back to the tower.

Lester, Lola, and Cole go looking for Rupert, finding Joe's bloody bootprints. They assume the worst.

Lester, Lola, and Cole find Stella being chased by Joe, and distract him so she can get away. A rogue S-Raptor attacks, and Cole is left injured. Joe badly beats the rogue into fleeing, and takes Cole back to the tower.

Joe ends up passing out from exhaustion, allowing all the flaplings he took so far to escape. When he awakes, he becomes enraged and physically transforms into something more monstrous.

Dina gets held hostage by Rockin' Billy, who snuck back onto the islands and is looking for revenge. The staff leaders are forced to watch as Billy hurts her, threatening them into compliance with his Raja.

Joe, hearing the commotion, slaughters Billy. The staff leaders try to make a run for it with Dina. When Joe gives chase, Stella tries to distract Joe so Terry and Kent can get away with the injured teen. It doesn't work, and with their deaths guaranteed if they get caught, they cut their losses and drop Dina, leaving her to Joe so they can get away.

If you're wondering where Scatterly is in all of this, he's trying his very best to be as out-of-the-way as possible. He likely won't survive if Joe ever turns against him, as he can't flee as well as everyone else, so he tries to appease the cowboy whenever the two interact. It's worked so far, but no one knows how long that will last.

Everyone is mad at the staff leaders for leaving Dina while Joe gets to care for and dote on her. Dina, feeling betrayed by the staff leaders for leaving her without explanation, actively seeks out Joe for comfort.

Terry gets attacked by Joe while on a supply run, and manages to impale him with a metal rod before Joe can kill him. Joe is presumed dead until his body disappears.

Joe, badly wounded, trudges to Mt. Krakanak, excavating a miraculous fossil. He removes the rod from his body and sucks up all the potent energy from the fossil, healing his wound and granting him magic use. Dina witnesses this.

Lola heads out one night for a supply run. Joe hunts her down and stalks her through a warehouse, where it's revealed he has a new heightened sense of smell and the ability to morph his limbs with dark magic.

Some additional info to consider:

Joe has started acting more animalistic, especially after his physical transformation. He growls, hisses, roars, purrs, etc. He'll sometimes move around on all fours, and he'll even build nests out of blankets and pillows, just for his flaplings. Ptera thinks he sucks at nestbuilding btw.

Basically everyone is sleep deprived, but Joe especially almost never sleeps. How can he when his beloved flaplings are out there possibly in danger and not safe with him???

Joe gets headaches when he can't be with his flaplings, making him even more ill-tempered than usual.

If Joe has other loved ones be at Caliosteo while he's corrupted he WILL try to dote on them like he does with his flaplings. Friends of his and romantic partners (ESPECIALLY romantic partners) get the controlling and overly affectionate cowboy instead of the murder one.

The kids know that something ZZ related made Joe like this and they think they can battle him to snap him out of it. Unfortunately they can't do that without vivosaurs, and there's no way in hell they're gonna try to physically fight him when he can kill them all with little effort.

Oh yeah Joe is also just bigger now lol.

I'm not sure if this is comprehensive enough for you, anon (I didn't wanna leave you waiting too long for this post). If there's anything you want clarification on, do not hesitate to ask!

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Through the Rubble (Pt 2)

Ghost x Reader fic (TW: Death, crushing injury, mild body horror, night terrors)

It’s been months since you were deemed KIA. Months since Soap heard Ghost’s agonised screams in the distance over the crackling of fires and tumbling of walls. Months since Soap had to call in back up to pry Ghost from your still body, and force him to leave the area just so a recovery crew could render your fractured body irrecoverable.

Ghost hadn’t been the same since. He turned colder, meaner, more sour. Presumably, it would make him stronger; he’d been through so much, this was surely not his worst experience.

His days spent in his bed on base begged to differ. He could barely get up anymore. He was used to your soft touch to rouse him, small kisses to his shoulders to get his muscles to work for him. But he didn’t have you now. He wasted away in his room for hours, trying to build up an ounce of strength to face himself and do something.

He hated how weak he felt. How he couldn’t even open his eyes without being painfully aware of the bed springs laying untouched next to him. He hated how he had to drag himself from the sheets, huffing and groaning, just to force himself to get dressed let alone leave his room and continue his life.

The team noticed, watching Ghost move sullenly around base. If you didn’t know what to look for, you’d probably think Ghost was just angrier than usual, but still Ghost. Him moving deliberately and with cold eyes wasn’t uncommon, after all.

But the team saw how he’d become hesitant. He wouldn’t answer their questions with unwavering certainty, he’d always think about it for a moment. He’d pause before picking up his plate from the mess hall. He’d look around a room before entering it. No matter what he did, he never walked straight into anything anymore.

They all thought it was anxiety, flashbacks of some sort. They all assumed he was thinking about how his decisions somehow got you killed, how he didn’t want to eat from grief, how he was searching for danger in every room.

But, in reality, he was thinking of you.

He was trying to decide how his answer might affect you as if you were there. He hated that he was grabbing a plate, not two for a quiet lunch in his office with you like you always used to. He searched for you, hoping against hope that your eyes would meet him and beckon him over to you.

You were never there, though.

It was another night laid in bed, sleepless and overwhelmed. He tried to close his eyes so many times, but all that he got in return was recurring images of your body, lifeless under the rubble through his tear-soaked lashes as he held your hand. Over and over again, all he saw was blood seeping from your crushed body, pink bubbles at the corner of your mouth as you spoke to him.

“Go, Ghost. Go while you can. I’m done.”

How his pleads spilled from his mouth, begging you to push against the weight on your chest.

“I love you, Si.”

He opened his eyes, sighing as he tried to push the thoughts away. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. He invited the person on the other side in, Soap opening the door.

“Morning, LT,” he said cheerfully. It made Ghost’s head hurt.

“Morning, Johnny. What is it?” he asked bluntly. Soap smiled a bit wider. “I’ve got a surprise, mate,” Soap replied. Ghost got up slowly, walking to Soap and following him through the halls.

“What is it, Sergeant?” Ghost grumbled, not appreciating the wake up call despite the sunlight and the crows calling outside.

Soap didn’t reply, just leading him through the halls in a blur. He wasn’t paying attention as he felt his heart flutter in anticipation. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt excited, hopeful.

He picked up pace with Soap, exiting the barracks and being led straight to the aircraft pad. He saw a crowd around a helicopter that had landed, their backs to them as they approached. He felt his heart pick up speed again as he plunged through the crowd, forcing them aside without care.

Body after body he had to push past, not bothering with apologies as hope continued to grip his body. I need to know. It has to be. Who else would it be coming home? Coming home to me?

A flicker of hair was seen, and he recognised it immediately, choking him up as he barreled past the last few people. He felt tears prick his eyes in relief, in joy, knowing his intuition was right.

It was never wrong with you.

He burst through the crowd, only to see you standing there. Your eyes pierced his, your smile putting one of his own on his disbelieving face. He just stared for a moment, a mountain of emotions crashing down on him; relief, joy, happiness, disbelief. You were uninjured. You were safe.

You were alive.

“[Name]?” was all he could muster. In response, you lifted your arms to invite him into a hug, and he rushed forward with a strangled choke.

His arms wrapped around you as he cried into your shoulder. So small, my love. I’ve missed you so much, I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to hold you.

There was nothing but comfort for a moment as he held you, his silent tears racing down your skin, staining your shirt.

You were alive. He couldn’t believe it, it didn’t feel real. But all he knew was you were there with him now, hugging him like he had hoped you would for months.

“Ghost.” It was all it took to break the moment. A shiver crawled up his spine, dragging fingers up his vertebrae as the warmth turned cold in an instant. He stilled, holding you in his arms.

Something isn’t right.

He pulled back a bit to see your face. It was sad, but a smile stuck onto it as he looked into your eyes. Streaks ran down your face, as if you had been crying.

“Why?”

His heart sank instantly, his stomach being thrown into unrest as he recognised your tone. His face dropped into a confusion.

“What?” he whispered.

“Why, Ghost? I’m done.”

Your ragged words sent electricity through him, jolting him. As he held you, he felt himself start to shake. He tried to hold you tighter, but felt himself gag as your chest gave way to his squeeze, feeling each of your bones scrape against their fractures in the movement. It was cold, horrifying, but he didn’t dare let you go.

“Go, Ghost. Go while you can, I’m done.” He blinked, and was suddenly assaulted by the smell of burning rubbish, dirt caking his lungs as he looked down at you, now laying on the ground as he kneeled next to you.

No, please. Not again. I can’t.

“No, no, no, [Name], please. Not again,” he whispered, an arm holding your battered body up as his other hand searched you, trying to find the source of your injuries as if he could somehow fix them with his touch, soothe you back to breath.

“For fuck’s sake, not again! Please!” he bellowed. He was growing desperate again, panic forming tight bonds around his heart as it hammered against his chest. He felt your stuttered breaths as your heart fluttered under his grasp, soft and almost gone.

“Don’t you fucking say it, [Name]. I don’t want to hear it,” he growled. He knew what came next, the words that left him broken and clutching his chest in the mornings. The pain that was so unbearable to him.

“I love you, Si.”

He sat up with a scream, booming and piercing. He looked around frantically, eyes wide as his hands shook with the memory of your last breath, the slip of your blood between his fingers. He didn’t speak, he couldn’t over his laboured gasps for air. How cruel.

He looked down to his palms, his mind not comprehending the lack of dirt and blood. Your blood. The blood of his love.

He tried to force air into his lungs, knowing that if he didn’t he’d spiral further. He dare not close his eyes, knowing all he’ll be met with is your face going from a smile to a limp look of distress and loss.

It took time, but he eventually settled, being left with taught features and a tired heart. His pulse felt slow as if he was pumping mud through his veins.

He always tried to avoid using the words heavy or crushing to describe how he felt, feeling like it mocked you, but he was losing words to aptly communicate how much his grief wrapped around him.

He felt as if no one could understand the jarring pain of holding your love while you shared their last breath, so close you could kiss them, willing yourself to believe your lips on theirs would somehow pass life back into their frozen body.

He felt as if no one would understand how he had taken on some of your breathlessness, needing big gulps of air every once in a while to push against the rubble in his chest.

He felt as if the weight on his heart could only mirror that of which your chest had stilled beneath.

But no matter how he felt, he knew this weight would never lift. A pillar of grief on his body, a reminder of his love gone.

Grief.

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 (Final)

[anim-ttrpgs]

System License Anon here - thanks so much for the reply! with your current idea for how creators could create modules for Eureka, do you think this would allow for modules in a setting like SCP, with its license limitations?

Well, I don’t know if I can answer this confidently because I don’t know exactly what the copyright and licensing situation is with SCP itself.

However, unofficially, Eureka works super, super well with the SCP universe.

It’s been mentioned before but our own RPG group is currently playing through an indépendant game-agnostic adventure module with Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy and playing it as if the party are SCP field agents.

It has required basically no bending of the rules of Eureka, and just a bit of bending to the SCP lore itself. (In this AU to better fit the vibe of Eureka, the SCP Foundation is not connected to the American government and has much, much less resources and influence than in the main canon, and there are fewer actual SCPs as well, which makes everything higher stakes on a personal level. Not only do they have to watch out for the much better funded GOC, but they have to watch out for the CIA and FBI as well.)

It’s playing out more like a spy thriller, with the SCP field agents taking on fake identities to infiltrate a corporate research station after a whistleblower leaked that something very strange and otherworldly, potentially dangerous, is happening there. They have to keep from blowing their cover while they ask around to figure out what kind of secretive projects are happening at this facility. Ideally they can shut it down and/or capture whatever is going on down there and extract without a huge media disaster.

However, in case their cover is blown or the anomaly there turns out to be way more than three field agents can handle, an MTF team is standing by with an unmarked helicopter to drop in and take over the whole facility and extract the agents. This is a secondary party of PCs with different stats and gear.

Of course, nobody wants it to come to that. There will be no way to cover up the fact that this place was raided by 11 armed men arriving in a black helicopter, and there would be almost no way to prevent a distress call from going out, meaning SWAT or the U.S. Army might show up if the MTF team takes too long to extract the anomaly.

Clearly something dangerous is going on, a scientist mysteriously died just a few nights ago, but the field agents don’t even really know what the anomaly *is* yet, but the plan is to steal the keycard of one of the head scientists to use it to sneak into the restricted lower levels and take a look around.

One of the agents has been getting close to the head scientist because she works in the same lab. In the last session, she made the first ever actual Seduce roll in our group’s history of Eureka, and slept with him. They’re seeing each other again soon, and she hopes to be able to discreetly steal his keycard and hand it off to another agent who will use it to get into the restricted area. The third agent, who is working in the security room, will “accidentally” spill coffee on the keyboard of the security camera computer and “have to turn them off” to clean while the agent with the keycard sneaks around where he isn’t supposed to be.

If he gets caught, the plan is for him to say he found the keycard on the ground and was coming to one of the places where he knows this scientist works to return it to him. It’s not the best lie, but this character has a Trait that gives a big bonus to his lying rolls when he’s trespassing in an area where he isn’t supposed to be.

I kinda got totally off track but the point is that it would be super easy to write a Eureka adventure module that would work perfectly for an SCP Foundation campaign without even needing to use the words “SCP Foundation” in the adventure module itself.

Just say “this adventure works well if the investigators are members of a secret organization that tracks down and captures supernatural creatures and objects” and there you go.

And this all may not even matter. There are tons of indépendant SCP Foundation video games, and I don’t know what the actual rules of that are, but it may be just as legal and okay to use the SCP Foundation for your own indépendant project like an adventure module.

If I have time between other ANIM projects I have to give my attention to, I will try to look into what the actual rules are regarding creating your own SCP Foundation content to sell and profit from. Honestly it might be just as easy as a quick google search.

[sgt-scottymoreau]

MWII Event: Countdown

Summary: Time is ticking to stop Hassan and the last missile.

Warning: None

Words: 1.9k // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: Last part of the main game fic. I guess now I can start posting more original fics, but I don't know which one to post yet lol I have too many.

The flight to Chicago was as tense if not more than their trip to Los Vaqueros’ HQ. If they were late by a few minutes it could change the whole story. They had to locate where exactly Hassan was. According to some more intel they were able to get from El Sin Ombre, the missile has been smuggled through the port of Chicago. To move a container that size unnoticed, it couldn’t have been more too far from it. Or with access to the water. The second piece of information they were able to get was that the man had been moved downtown, in a building used as cover - a shell company - to the Las Almas cartel. It was a gamble to hope that both Hassan and the missile would be there. 

Laswell contacted the local police as soon as the information reached her. She told them to make sure any civilians would be out of the area and to be on the lookout for a stolen container full of weapons. If they knew they were dealing with a missile, it might spread panic even more. Scotty and Gaz were able to pull up the schematic of the said building and gave all the most important details about to Laswell. To her it came clear that Hassan might be on the 54th floor where the schematic showed a fortified server room. From here, they had to corner him and stop him before it was too late.

“I’ll be on the ground working to locate the missile.” Laswell explained the plan. “Garrick will infiltrate with the Marines on the Chicago river and move in from ground level. Ghost and Moreau will go take a heli up to an OP across from the objective for armed overwatch. Price and Soap will touch down on the roof of the building with a group of marines and make their way down. While one team goes up, the other goes down, repelling to the server room, pinching Hassan in the middle.”

Their primary objective is to find the missile and stop it. But they also all had execute authority to kill Hassan if the chance presented itself. 

The night had already fallen over the city by the time all was in place and ready. The rain slowly turned into snow as the cold took its place. Every team was rushing to their designated spot. Scotty watched the other heli in the distance. She could make out the silhouette of the captain and Soap. “Ghost, Scotty, get to your overwatch.” Price’s order came through their radio.

“Rog, on the move.” Their helicopter broke formation to reach the building in front. Scotty checked her weapon one last time; a malfunction would be an issue. Ghost looked at her with a reassuring gaze behind his mask. Not that she needed it but she appreciated it. They both knew the danger that was looming over right now. With the intel suggesting a lot of AQ inside, this added to the workload. The helicopter touched down on the roof and the two snipers disembarked.  Ghost pointed to the edge. 

“We set up there, we should have a good view. I’ll go from top to bottom, you take bottom to top.” He explained. “If anything unusual comes up, tell Garrick right away.”

“Yes, sir.” She positioned her weapon to the right angle, quickly looking if she could see her allies. Through her scope she could see civilians. Hostages. Scotty snickered at the idea of people using the innocent as shields. Only a coward would do that. Or someone who was trying to buy time. 

“Ghost, Scotty, we’re set. You have eyes on?” Price asked.

 “A-firm. Flashing now.” Ghost replied. In the distance, the captain saw the two flashes. The sergeant hooked his rope and started his descent, while the captain took the staircase. Ghost guided him down to the 54th floor. Scotty did the same with Gaz. Although on her side, everything was less crowded. Hassan didn’t need men to protect him on every floor, only needed close to him.

“Gaz, you have two x-rays behind the door of the staircase.” Scotty warned him. 

“Roger.” Scotty saw him kick the door open, sending one AQ flight on the floor with the impact and the other too confused to react. They dropped quickly. “We are on floor 28th, keep climbing.”

In the meantime, Soap and Price had made their first breach in the server and control room to look for Hassan. All clear. He was nowhere in sight. A frustrating outcome. “Ghost, you got anything?”

“A-firm. Possible visual. Forty-sixth floor.” 

Scotty and Ghost remained on the lookout, till Gaz said he had a clear visual on Hassan, indeed 46th floor. As the team went deeper into the building, it was harder for them to keep a visual to help. However, what didn’t go unnoticed by almost everyone was the missile launching. As it flew right above them, the two snipers looked at each other very worried. “I hope they find those control soon, otherwise we are fucked.” Scotty winced, panic rising up inside, yet remained calm on the outside.

“It’s not over yet.” They returned to their overwatch and found the rest of the 141. They saw them heading to a door and then an explosion. They both tensed up, their grip on their gun tightening. The smoke slowly dissipated from the explosion giving a clear view. From afar, they had cleared the area for somewhere safer. Price assured he was good and Scotty saw Gaz and Soap follow Hassan toward elevators, then silence for a moment. It was soon followed by a small explosion. Debris flying everywhere gave the hint to one. 

Not even five minutes had passed between all of this, but the silence was worrisome. Soap finally came back on the radio. He had the controls, but no more weapons. “Construction floor.” 

Ghost and Scotty readjusted their position to find said floor. They couldn’t spot him yet, but they surely could see the AQ and Hassan be on the lookout for him. With Laswell help, the sergeant was able to detonate the missile before it would reach its target. For now, Soap had to find a way to survive. Ghost guided him through again, just like in the city of Las Almas. “Aye. Like old times, huh Lt?”

“Seems like yesterday…” Scotty turned to look at him with eyebrows raised. Ghost shrugged, but she could see the smile in the corner of his eyes.

“It was yesterday.” Soap came through the radio, a very faint chuckle in the back. However this time, none of them cracked jokes like they did back with the Shadows. Their minds were focused on surviving and getting Soap out of here in one piece. Because of the layout of the floor, Soap would often disappear from their watch. In itself it wasn't too bad, as they kept comms. After a few minutes, a long silence came, while he was out of sight. 

“You think he is alright?” Scotty worried.

“I don’t know.” Ghost was looking everywhere, but nothing. It took another minute before Soap spoke again. His voice was weak, like he just got hit. What happened?

“Watch the window.” A few seconds after that they spotted the exploding window. Ghost repositioned himself while Scotty kept an eye on the situation. She gave him directives about the wind and double checked the distance. Through their scope they saw Hassan lift Soap and walk him toward the window. Ghost took a deep breath, steadied his body and pressed the trigger. Hassan dropped and so did Soap who had to find his bearings. He eventually called a perfect shot.

"You called it Sergeant." Ghost reminded Soap. “All stations - Hassan’s down. Enemy KIA.”  If it wasn't from him giving a heads up, they wouldn't have paid attention to the right spot. Maybe, but too late. Scotty and Ghost exchanged a glance. The pressure that had been building up in the last two days finally vanished. Their shoulders slacked down, despite their mind still being alert for any more orders. The situation wasn't entirely over, but they could take a breather. A bigger one than before. Still kneeling, in this moment of short relief, Scotty didn’t care. They were on a rooftop, away from anyone’s sight and she had been waiting for this since they found her back in Las Almas. 

She jumped on him, arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. She didn’t even care if the mask was in the way, she needed to kiss him right here, right now. Ghost was surprised at first, but eventually relaxed and pulled her closer to him. He broke the kiss only to lift up his mask enough to free his lips and returned the kiss. Only breaking it once more when Price told everyone to wrap everything. “Much better without the mask in the way, don’t you think?”

“It tastes better, sure.” She smiled and helped him to get back on his feet.

*****

A day later, the 141 joined Laswell for a drink in a local bar before heading back to England. A way to humbly cheer up at the end of another threat. As per Gaz's request who wondered what happened to her after they parted ways in Amsterdam, Scotty told him her encounter with El Sin Ombre and the eventual unplanned but welcome rescue from Soap and Ghost. Gaz joked that this reinforced his idea that she was always putting herself in more trouble when the captain wasn’t around. "Next time you get hurt on the job because of them, give me a call. I'll tell the captain to let you work with us." Gaz laughed and sipped on his drink. 

"Fuck off, Garrick." Soap returned the laugh. "We can take care of the lady. It's her who should take care of herself."

"May I remind you that one time we worked together against that human traffic cell and I got myself in trouble?" Scotty said. "Again it was my choice, but I'm not a hundred percent safe either with you Gaz. So our dear friend here is right; I need to take care of myself."

"Heard you had to save Laswell from a bad situation." She smirked while sipping on her drink.

Gaz leaned closer. "I swear Price loves to put me in complicated situations. First let me scout the fish nursery alone, I still can smell it when I sleep! And yeah, then I have to drive and take down enemies. Meanwhile, he is just riding the pickup truck." The three sergeants looked up. The captain had not heard anything while still talking with Laswell.

"Are you saying it would have been nice if I stayed with you and Price?"

"Yeah, I could have used a hand during the chase."

"You don't want her as a driver. She drives like shite." Ghost commented. She flipped him off with a smile. 

"You will know that my driving skills are very good. You just never let me show it."

She had taken a seat between Soap and Gaz, to avoid the former teasing her even more. Since she called Lt pretty, he hadn't let go of this. Their light hearted conversation died down when they noticed the serious expression of Laswell when she slided a piece of paper to Price. The captain looked at it then back to the chief station. "He is not new."

He passed the picture onto the rest of the team. Scotty looked at it when it passed to Gaz and Soap, she didn’t not recognize the man. One thing for sure the rest of the 141 seemed to. Even Ghost shifted in his seat to get close to the conversation. 

"Who is he?" Laswell asked when she saw that all the 141 were giving her their full attention.  

"Makarov."

[whiskerwellness]

Hero Dog Buford Rescues Missing Toddler: 7-Mile Arizona Wilderness Survival Story

In a story that seems almost too extraordinary to believe, a 6-year-old Anatolian Pyrenees named Buford has become a national sensation after rescuing a missing toddler who spent a night alone in the harsh Arizona wilderness. This incredible tale of survival, instinct, and the special bond between humans and animals has captured hearts worldwide and reminds us of the remarkable capabilities of our four-legged companions.

The Disappearance: How 2-Year-Old Bodin Allen Vanished into the Desert

On the afternoon of April 14, 2025, what began as an ordinary day quickly transformed into every parent's worst nightmare. Two-year-old Bodin Allen wandered away from his family home in Seligman, Arizona, a remote town with fewer than 1,000 residents located approximately 100 miles south of the Grand Canyon. Timeline of the Disappearance The disappearance was reported to the Yavapai County Sheriff's Office just before 5:00 PM local time. Bodin, dressed only in a blue tank top and pajama bottoms, had somehow managed to slip away unnoticed. With night approaching and temperatures expected to drop into the high 40s, time was of the essence. Parents' Nightmare: The Allen Family's Ordeal "It started to get more intense every minute, I started freaking out," Bodin's father, Corey Allen, later told NBC affiliate KPNX. "The tears are still coming when we think about it." His mother, Sarah Allen, described the experience as "the worst living nightmare." The agonizing 16 hours that followed would test the family's faith and resilience in ways they never imagined.

The Massive Search Operation

Within hours of Bodin's disappearance, an extensive search operation was underway in the remote wilderness surrounding Seligman. Mobilizing Resources: 40+ Search and Rescue Personnel More than 40 search and rescue team members were deployed, including deputies from both Yavapai and Coconino County Sheriff's Offices and members of the Arizona Department of Public Safety. The search continued throughout the night, with teams combing through the rugged desert landscape. Dangerous Wildlife: Mountain Lions in the Search Area Adding to the parents' terror, a Department of Public Safety ranger helicopter crew reported spotting two mountain lions in the search area. The Arizona wilderness is home not only to mountain lions and coyotes but occasionally bears as well, making the situation even more perilous for a toddler alone in the wild.

Buford: The Four-Legged Hero

While dozens of trained professionals searched tirelessly, it would ultimately be a ranch dog named Buford who would save the day. Meet Buford: The Anatolian Pyrenees Guardian Buford, a 6-year-old Great Pyrenees/Anatolian mix, belongs to rancher Scotty Dunton. These breeds are known for their size, protective nature, and intelligence. Weighing well over 100 pounds, these gentle giants are often used as livestock guardians due to their natural protective instincts. Buford's Protective Instincts "He's an Anatolian Pyrenees, so he's a guardian dog," Dunton explained. "He just kind of patrols within a half mile of the house all night and keeps coyotes away and stuff like that." What makes this story even more remarkable is that Buford apparently extended his protective nature beyond his usual territory, and to a human child in need.

The Miraculous Discovery

After 16 grueling hours of searching, the morning of April 15 brought an unexpected miracle. Rancher Scotty Dunton's Surprising Morning "I'd heard about the missing child before I was going to town," Dunton recounted. "When I was driving out the driveway, I noticed my dog was sitting down by the entrance, and I looked up and this little kid was standing there with my dog." Dunton immediately recognized the child as the missing boy from reports he'd heard. He brought Bodin into his home, gave him water and food, and contacted authorities. 7 Miles Through Treacherous Terrain What astonished everyone involved was the distance the toddler had traveled. Bodin had somehow wandered approximately 7 miles from his home through extremely challenging terrain. "I can't believe that kid made it that far," Dunton remarked in disbelief. "There are three big mountain ranges between here and his house, and big valleys, and for a two-year-old to do that, it's insane." The Boy's Incredible Survival Story When Dunton asked Bodin if he had walked all night, the boy replied, "No, I laid up under a tree." When asked if Buford had found him, the toddler simply answered, "Yep." Dunton believes Buford discovered the boy in the horse pasture underneath a tree and guided him back to safety. "It's what he does," Dunton explained. "He loves kids, so I couldn't imagine he wouldn't leave him when he found him."

Recognition and Celebration

Buford's heroic actions have earned him well-deserved recognition and a flood of appreciation from around the world. Honorary Search and Rescue Certificate On April 22, the Yavapai County Sheriff's Office awarded Buford an "Honorary Search and Rescue Certificate" along with a vest, acknowledging his role as a "source of comfort to family" and highlighting his "essential role in embodying the spirit of community safety." Community Response and Gifts for Buford The community's response to Buford's heroism has been overwhelming. According to Dunton, Buford has received numerous gifts from well-wishers. "Toys, chew toys, snacks-just a little bit of everything," Dunton shared, noting that messages for Buford have been pouring in from around the globe. Dunton also treated his heroic companion to a well-deserved 2-pound rib-eye steak the night after the rescue.

Understanding the Miracle: How Did a Toddler Survive?

The fact that a 2-year-old survived 16 hours alone in the wilderness, traversing 7 miles of treacherous terrain inhabited by predators, is nothing short of miraculous. Experts suggest that children sometimes have surprising resilience in survival situations, though they typically don't travel such distances. Bodin was found in remarkably good condition, with only minor cuts and scrapes and slight dehydration. His father later told KPNX that it felt like God had sent Buford to rescue his son.

Conclusion: The Unbreakable Bond Between Dogs and Humans

The story of Buford and Bodin Allen reminds us of the extraordinary connection between humans and dogs that has evolved over thousands of years. While search teams with advanced technology scoured the wilderness, it was a dog's instinct, compassion, and protective nature that ultimately brought a lost child to safety. This remarkable rescue highlights not only the incredible capabilities of working dogs but also their intuitive understanding of human vulnerability. Buford's actions, finding a lost child, staying with him, and guiding him to safety, demonstrate the depth of canine intelligence and empathy that continues to amaze us. As this story spreads around the world, Buford joins the ranks of heroic dogs whose actions have saved human lives and whose stories inspire us to appreciate the special bond we share with our canine companions. Source: https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/missing-toddler-who-walked-7-miles-alone-through-wilderness-led-to-safety-by-ranchers-dog/ Read the full article

[bllsbailey]

Hoge's Heroes: Rescuer Helicopters in to Save Pups Stranded in Chaotic CA Wildfire Evacuation

As residents frantically evacuated the area around the northern California town of Cohasset due to a raging fire (caused by arson), one person was faced with a difficult decision. Their truck broke down and they had to leave behind two adult Rottweilers and their puppies. It was clearly a tragedy in the making.

Enter Butte County Sheriff's Office (BCSO) Search and Rescue team's Trevor Skaggs, who quickly decided he was not going to let that happen on his watch. He hopped on a BCSO helicopter, was flown to the perilous area by pilot Conner Smith—then ran a mile and a half to track down the pooches.

But his daring rescue was not over—he still had to get Mama and babies to safety. (Sadly, Dad did not survive the ordeal.) After first sharing his water and his protein bar with the canine clan, he somehow managed to convince them to follow him on the long road back to the chopper.

Once Skaggs got them back to safety, the puppies and their mother were flown to the Chico Airport and are now being cared for by members of the North Valley Animal Disaster Group. The rescue group took to Facebook to thank all those who helped make the rescue successful: "A great example of interagency support and coordination, and a remarkable rescue. Great job!" they wrote. 

"It’s been a horrific few days for our community and we are grateful to be able to share this amazing story," said Butte County Sheriff Kory L. Honea. 

Related: Don't Buy Into the Hysteria - Here's What Really Caused the Park Fire

Why California Can't Afford Its Own Property Insurance Program

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Meet the pups:

The cuties seemed to have come through their distressing experience with doggie aplomb, and they're ready to chew on whatever life has to offer.

It's certainly been a traumatic time for those facing California's Park fire, but kudos to Skaggs for averting at least one tragedy. For that, sir, you are a hero.

This is one in a series about everyday heroes that don’t necessarily make the front pages. It’s a chance to talk about something other than Kamala's cackling, Iran's saber rattling, and rampant inflation.

I’m inviting readers to send me stories of people they know or who they’ve read about who have done heroic acts—large or small, physical or otherwise—that have made someone’s life better or saved them from danger. Please email me with any tips at redstateheroes@gmail.com or DM me on Twitter. Thanks!

More Heroes:

Hollywood Edition: Actor Takes Starring Role in Saving Mom and 3 Kids During Home Invasion

Sunday Edition: 40 Rescuers Team Up to Pull 2 Horses From Swamp in Must-See Video

Five U of Georgia Students Dramatically Save Drowning Family Trapped in Submerged Car

[vixel-horror-show]

The Blood Cross Hospital is an institution that Father Surgeon Hellmuth set up after his banishment from the Cult Medica. Once an abandoned hospital ruins, He along with the rest of his travelers found it and thought of a new opportunity. After years of getting it back to working order, the old Hospital was operational again after being dead for centuries.  

Set up in an isolated spot, but yet with several communities of villages and towns nearby to offer symbiotic support. While offering the usual medical care out in their corner of the badlands, with plenty of people needing help with the constant raider and mutant attacks. But for those that want to be more helpful, the hospital is also willing to teach medical skills to those who so wish to, giving a useful "career" opportunity for badlanders.

But medical aid isn't the only service the Blood Cross Hospital offers, for it also has its in-house militia. Decently armed and trained, they act like old-world swat teams to go in and clear out dangerous areas to rescue people. Having access to several transport helicopters and are equipped with good gear, They can quickly respond to any crisis and pull in for fire support and pull out with anyone who needs evac. Also, help in joint operations with other PMCs for more dangerous missions. Most of their members are made of actual mercs, F.E deserters, people looking to help, or maybe just some adventure and thrills.

But those are for regular missions or calls, for more complicated and risky missions needed to be done on the down low and have 2 special operatives. You can learn more about them here www.deviantart.com/cyb3r-syb4r… Mostly the parasitic commandos do missions against F.E forces or far greater threats, but also help out the "lesser mortal" squads if a call is a high threat or needs the support(Or if either is a little short on cash and needs to make some quick money).

In the basement of the hospital lies the Father Surgeon's private lab, conducting secretive work on parasitic organisms and how they can help in the next stage of human evolution. But with little resources, the parasite research is currently used to make superhuman commandos and use them for good. While Natalie and Vince are currently the only blessed infected, they aren't the only nor the first. All previous specimens have either been killed or terminated....

[kudosmyhero]

X-Men (vol. 1) #94: The Doomsmith Scenario!

Read Date: July 03, 2023 Cover Date: August 1975 ● Writer: Chris Claremont ◦ Len Wein ● Penciler: Dave Cockrum ● Inker: Bob McLeod ● Colorist: Phil Rachelson ● Letterer: Tom Orzechowski ● Editor: Len Wein ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

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Synopsis: Chapter 1: The Doomsmith Scenario

Professor X congratulates the assembled X-Men old and new on the success of their recent mission. He also wants to talk to them about the future and asks all the new members to remain on a permanent basis. Most of them agree, some hesitantly. When Banshee is asked to stay, he confesses his concern that he is too old for the team of young heroes, but accepts the challenge anyhow. Sunfire, however, refuses to be a part of a long-term team and leaves.

Unexpectedly, most of the original group - Marvel Girl, Iceman, Angel, Lorna Dane and Havok - all opt to go their own ways as well. Of the original team, only Cyclops agrees to stay on, even though Jean pleads for Scott to leave with her. The next morning, Cyclops informs Jean that he loves her but he is staying. She tells him she loves him too, but still leaves along with the rest of the old team regardless.

Cyclops introduces the new team to the Danger Room - the school’s combat training facility - for their first session. Hot-headed Thunderbird dismisses training as unnecessary. He enters the room, confidant that he will quickly best its challenges. However, he gets only a few seconds through a workout routine before he is flung out the door. Over the next few days, Cyclops uses the Danger Room to train the new X-Men hard. During one session, Thunderbird’s leg is grazed by a laser beam. Cyclops calls him out for being careless and tells him how he could have lost his leg if the laser was on full power. Thunderbird pushes back against Cyclops’s leadership until Xavier telepathically intervenes and breaks up their fight.

Chapter 2: Death O'er Valhalla High

In the mountainous area of Colorado, a helicopter flies near the Cheyenne Mountain, where the command center for NORAD is located. In the base’s war room, a package is brought to officer Joe Harris. Upon opening it, Harris activates a teleport portal from which five odd-looking beings, the Ani-Men, emerge.

The Ani-Men attack and quickly overcome the war room’s personnel. More soldiers arrive and the battle continues until the Ani-Men have overcome all resistance. Their leader is revealed to be Count Nefaria. He reminisces to his Ani-Men about how he and his last group of criminals were captured by the X-Men. He also recounts how he engineered these new beings with the help of Maggia scientists and says that he will use them to take his “revenge” upon the world.

Cyclops confides to Nightcrawler how he regrets his interactions with Thunderbird. Then Professor Xavier telepathically summons the team to the briefing room. There they see a video message from Nefaria playing on the main screen, informing the world that he has activated the "Doomsmith Command System" and demands every country give him money as ransom or else he will launch the entire U.S. arsenal of nuclear missiles. He gives the world three hours to comply. From Avenger’s Mansion in NYC, the Beast reaches out to ask for Professor Xavier's help with Nefaria as the Avengers are already involved with another mission. (The Beast was until now unaware of the roster shake-up in his old team and is initially taken aback to see a bunch of unknowns at the school.) The X-Men accept the mission. Cyclops orders Thunderbird to stay behind as he’s still recovering from his leg wound, but Thunderbird insists to be allowed, however. Prof. X overrules Cyclops and Thunderbird goes along with the team.

Upon reaching the Cheyenne Mountain airspace, the X-Men’s stratojet is met by the Air Force. Cyclops informs them they are taking the Avengers' place in the fight and then they are told to contact Lieutenant General Fredricks. Even though he is reluctant to trust them, Fredricks grants them official access to the base. As the X-Men fly toward the base, Nefaria detects their jet and fires SAMs[3] at them. Cyclops maneuvers the jet around the mountain in an attempt to shake the missiles, but they strike the jet and Cyclops hits an eject switch. The X-Men break away in an escape pod. Nefaria, however, fires sonic disruptors at the escape pod and it is disintegrated. The X-Men survive but are left in free-fall miles above the ground.

(https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/X-Men_Vol_1_94)

Fan Art: X-men by ImmarArt

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BBC.com: 60 migrants die in dinghy in Mediterranean, survivors say

At least 60 migrants have died after a rubber dinghy ran into trouble in the Mediterranean Sea, according to survivors.

The 25 survivors were picked up by the Ocean Viking, a vessel operated by the humanitarian group SOS Méditerranée.

They told their rescuers that they had set off from Zawiya on the Libyan coast several days before being rescued.

The engine of the dinghy broke down after three days, leaving the boat adrift without food or water.

The survivors said that the victims included women and at least one child. They are believed to have died from dehydration and hunger, not drowning.

SOS Méditerranée said the Ocean Viking team had spotted the dinghy, which set off last Friday, with binoculars on Wednesday and had staged a medical evacuation in co-operation with Italian coast guards.

It said the survivors were "in very weak health condition" and were all under medical care.

Two of them, who were unconscious and in critical condition, had been flown to Sicily by helicopter for further treatment, the group added.

The remaining 23 are still on board the Ocean Viking, along with more than 200 other migrants who were rescued from two other boats.

The vessel is heading for the port of Ancona, about four days away, but the team has requested a closer port of safety.

"The people who were on the boat in distress, lost at sea for almost a week, went out of water and food very quickly, according to the survivors," said an SOS Méditerranée spokeswoman on board the ship.

"People died along the way. I met a man who lost his wife and one-and-a-half-year-old baby. The baby died the first day, the mother the fourth day. They were from Senegal and had been in Libya for more than two years."

The EU's border agency Frontex told the BBC that it raised the alarm last Friday after spotting a vessel with more than 50 people onboard near the coast of Libya. It did not specify if it was the same rubber dinghy picked up by the Ocean Viking.

Frontex says one of its aircraft out on a routine trip spotted the vessel within Libya's rescue zone and so alerted the Libyan authorities.

The EU agency says it also issued a mayday alert to all other boats in the area to help the vessel - and contacted Italian and Maltese rescue coordination centres too.

Frontex says its aircraft needed to return to dry land to refuel and it didn't know what happened to the vessel after the initial observation.

The International Organisation for Migration (IOM) said last week that 2023 was the deadliest year for migrants since records began a decade ago, with at least 8,565 people dying on migration routes worldwide.

The UN agency said the figure was 20% up on the year before.

Its report found that the Mediterranean crossing continued to be the most dangerous journey, with at least 3,129 deaths and disappearances during 2023 - the highest toll since 2017.

Julia Black, a IOM Project manager, told the BBC that "not as many people are crossing now but almost as many people are dying".

"With the 300 deaths recorded this year so far that's nearly the same as last year, so I am greatly concerned that we are going to see a record-breaking year in terms of the number of deaths in the Mediterranean."

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A danger to leave the fledgling alone. A danger to bring him with. Sephiroth was no god , and materia was useful as a rookie as it was for a veteran soldier. Varying degrees , no doubt. The silver haired SOLDIER reached into a hidden pocket of his trousers , located flush on the outside of his thigh , and retrieved two balls of green materia. Materia were held in separate and cushion slots as to have them not roll around and clash during rapid movement ; three were kept on his person at all times. With the young eyes of Genesis Rhapsodos @poeticphoenix on him , the two globes were tossed carefully in his direction.

❛ Rest if you must. Carrying your corpse back to Shinra is not on my agenda. ❜

Sephiroth meant it. Words could have been sweetened with compassion. As much as he believed soldiers required reassurances , it was solemnity which turned boys into men. Men into warriors. With his weapon fastened securely , Sephiroth strode forward. Tall and purposeful. He did not fly despite the ease it presented. He could not abandon Genesis ; minute of traveling versus fifteen mattered little if his suspicions were correct. If more enemies were to gather , Sephiroth encouraged their stupidity. The more persons rushing , the more likely they would find their base and a source of communication.

No more enemies emerged however , and Sephiroth walked in silence to focus on the sounds of everything , even that of Genesis' breathing. Burning rubber , electrical wires, and blood reached his senses in the density of lush trees. They were crowded by trees. It made for the perfect ambush , yet leaves and branches being crushed by moving bodies would alert them both of enemy company. Sephiroth pushed a low hanging branch upwards , and bent his body to pass through. Silver and ebony ; he appeared unnaturally eerie in the wilderness. As expected , the helicopter had been damaged and had fallen. The descent had been slow , and the various broad trees had broken the machine's fall.

The fuel cell was not punctured , yet the friction brought upon tiny fires. The silver haired SOLDIER snuffed out the fires with the heels of his large boots. The pilot had lived. Briefly. Body was half out the mangled window , and a bullet wound through his temple still dripped with blood. Sephiroth walked around to the other side and bent his tall body over in search of the co-pilot. The search was brief. Crushed into a morbid mess ; he appeared to die instantly or semi-instantly.

❛ They're dead. ❜

It was plain for both men to see , but he worded the fact anyway. Disgust lingered briefly in his tone of voice. He paused , eyed Genesis , then applied tremendous force to pull apart the misshapen metal door from the frame of the helicopter. The thing groaned loudly , and Sephiroth trusted the rookie to keep his eyes and ears out. The metal screamed , and when it could not get any louder Sephiroth stopped. He looked serpentine in the way he half coiled inside the cockpit. The radio was live. The small paneled screen was bright with life , but it sparked with damage as well. Sephiroth cycled through the stations until he landed on the Shinra tower closest to their location. It was essential to have them all memorized. He waited for the click of feedback , pressed finger to the receiver , and spoke.

❛ Shinra Tower alpha from SOLDIER First Class Sephiroth. ❜

He released the button. Static. No response. Sephiroth tried again.

❛ Shinra Tower alpha from SOLDIER First Class Sephiroth. Several men down. We require extraction. Hostiles with artillery possibly active in the area of drop off. Do you copy? ❜

Button was released. There was static , but no verbal response. Sephiroth let go of the receiver , letting it fall and dangle by its cord , and he coiled his way out of the cockpit.

❛ If anyone is to come for us , we either need to acquire the high ground or make sure there are no hostiles who can shoot down our rescue team. ❜

Sephiroth returned to stand in front of Genesis , and a frustrated sigh left his mouth.

The weariness was hitting him hard. Usually he was better at weathering such uses of magic, but having to quickly cast spells on the field and respond in a millisecond's notice to a sudden change was far different than how it had been in the simulations. Genesis reached up again, wiping the sweat from his brow.

Part of him wanted to collapse again, but showing himself up in front of his superior was not an option. Despite the light tremor in his legs, he forced himself to remain upright, gritting his teeth.

"I'll... I'll be fine." He'd be damned if he was going to let something like a mana burnout show him up. Checking the pouches on his belt again, maybe he had missed a spare ether... no, no luck.

"... damn it. I'm out..." His words were but a whisper, but enhanced hearing would have been able to pick them up.

No time to dwell on that. He had to focus on the mission. Locating the chopper was the utmost priority.

He'd said he was fine to go on, so go on he must. He looked towards Sephiroth with a steely mako blue gaze, nodding firmly. "Let's locate the chopper, sir. I think I saw something in..." Pointing towards a place that looked like it had smoke rising up. "... that direction. We should be able to... get some kind of a lead from there, I believe."

Genesis may not have had the rank, but he was determined to prove that he had the initiative, even if he really was feeling the urge to collapse.