#soldier and the gunman

[aerisleis-fics]

"The SOLDIER and the Gunman" for the WIP Game post! I'm very intrigued by this title

OH So this is an outtake from the Zakkura shorts series of Zack and Barret's first meeting!

It was cut because I couldn't get it to flow right at the time (I'm so bad at arguments and stuff) but I kept it because I do want to polish it into its own Thing:tm: even if its a short thing eventually.

Snippet under the cut:

“What do you want me to say?” Zack said finally, eyes on the man with the prosthetic hand. Marlene and Denzel had gone upstairs to finish packing for the camping trip that they’d be taking with Barret. Cloud was helping Tifa in the kitchen.

It left him and Barret alone together in the living room. He wondered if that had been a good idea, and he considered escaping into the kitchen himself. But Zack… Zack held his ground. He’d never run from a fight before, and this felt more important than a fight. This man was Cloud’s friend. Zack wanted to earn his respect on his own terms. He just didn’t know what Barret wanted of him.

“I don’t want you to say anything, soldier boy-”

“Don’t call me that.” Zack snapped. The slightest edge of his temper flickering as he tried to rein it in. “I’m Ex-SOLDIER. I lost any interest in being called that after Nibelheim.”

Maybe before then, whether he’d admitted it to himself or not. But Nibelheim, it had been the final straw. What Shinra did to them in the wake of that horror could never be forgiven. “My name is Zack.” And he would damn well appreciate it being used.

[redacted/incomplete]

He looked away, breaking the intensity of the moment, though he was well aware of Barret’s presence. It was more than he’d meant to say, but Zack wasn’t really sorry about saying it after all.

“You don’t have to tell me your story, but I want you to think about… if you had it all together at thirteen. If you knew everything about how terrible Shinra would become.” A breath out. “I won’t apologize for what I was. For what I did. I won’t apologize for wanting to make a difference. Can’t change the past. I can only look forward to the future.”

[age-of-moonknight]

“Under the Same Moon,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #6.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Devmalya Pramanik; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Just Another Notch

Masterlist Part 2/?? Part 3

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size F!Reader

Summary: If Bucky thinks his charms will work on you, then you’re gonna put up one hell of a fight to prove him wrong.

Word Count: 1,711

Warnings: None, but will contain explicit content 18+, in future chapters, read at your own discretion.

Your alarm didn’t wake you, it was a loud knocking at your door. You jump up, tapping your phone screen to see that it was only 6am. Now you’re gonna be groggy all morning, your alarm was set for 6:45. You trudge to your door, ready to rip down whoever it was that woke you up. When you open the door you see Bucky with bright eyes, two coffees in hand. You quickly read the label and see that it’s your favorite cafe in Brooklyn. How did he get coffee from there this early?

“Good morning.” He chirps out, reaching one of the paper cups forward. You cross your arms in front of you, refusing the coffee. “How can I help you?” You say curtly. You take in his attire, he was ready for training. You could almost laugh, him and Steve take their sponsorships too seriously, can’t be seen exercising in anything other than Under Armor.

“I still felt bad about last night and thought, maybe I could repay you by helping you get a head start today.” The smirk on his lips did nothing to ease your agitated mood. “I said we’re even, it’s fine.” You say, wondering if he was being genuine. It was far too early for all of this. You rub your sleep filled eyes, pushing your hair behind your ears. “Anything else?” You say, wanting to get some more sleep before the day of literal hell you were about to endure. Physically, you were the apex, but mentally and strategically, not so much.

You couldn’t wield a gun, you’d been studying a makeshift dictionary of all the military terms Steve and Bucky say during missions. You couldn’t take directions. Besides overpowering the strongest guy in Kansas during a championship, you’d never learned how to combat fight. You have no clue where to hit someone or how hard so you don’t do fatal damage. You were written up on your first mission.

Your adrenaline was pumping and you thought the gunman was bigger than what he was, causing you to dent his chest in, instantly killing him. The punch was meant to lay him out, not kill him. You’d been reminded time and time again during initial training that the goal was to subdue, shield rehabilitates these criminals.

So now training was mainly a mental game for you. Sizing people up, you were no use against magicians or witches but physically, you worked hard to discern people’s capabilities. You’d never trained with Bucky or Steve before. You’d never fought against a super soldier, you couldn’t even imagine their strength. Therefore, you’d never opted to train with them.

“No, I’m sorry for waking you.” He says, his eyes tell a completely different story. But you hear some sincerity in his voice. Maybe you were being too harsh to him. He really hadn’t done anything wrong, yet. You were the one who assumed he was drunk, you were the one who enjoyed him innocently helping you clean his mess. If you put aside all your wild ideas, Bucky had actually been very nice to you.

While no one had made any progress in talking to you or really even introducing themselves, Bucky was willing to sit with you and enjoy a bowl of cereal, alone. No other outside force willing him to be there. He’d apologized after spilling milk on you, helped clean it. He wasn’t even looking, and you were speed walking behind him, what if it truly was just an accident. Here you were being rude to the only person who’s shown you kindness.

You wanted to hit yourself. Mentally you were painting your back porch red. Guilt was slowly filling you as you watch him drop his head, nodding as if he’s finally realizing the situation, you wanted him to leave. But not anymore, “Let me get dressed, 5 minutes!” You wait for him to look up at you before you close the door in his face, you could see his smile return, but this time it looked triumphant and genuine.

You want to play this game with him, you knew that much. So why not make a big move and wear your new sports bra set with matching spandex shorts. You’d never worn just a sports bra, and always wore leggings. Your best friend convinced you that you looked good in it, so Nike gladly took your money. This would surely prove your suspicion, were his intentions innocent?

You looked in the mirror, pushing and pulling at your breast in the tight spandex. Your cleavage had to be perfect for this to work. You rolled down the waistband of the shorts, letting it show off your curves. You run to the bathroom to do your morning routine. Walking out of your door in less than the 5 minutes you estimated. You had no idea why you had such a pep in your step. As if you were rushing back to him.

“Thanks.” You say taking the coffee from his hands. He stands there frozen as you turn for the elevator, he watches your ponytail sway across your shoulders, then he lets his eyes travel down, to see your back dimples on display. This one he would fight for, his improvised plan didn’t work last night, he’ll admit his ego was hurt a little by his advances not working. So he gave you another chance with coffee this morning.

It almost didn’t work, he was showing real sadness when you rejected him again, but out of self pity, not because you were being rude. But it worked, and you folded. Judging by the way you’re dressed, he knew you were playing along with him. He would win in the end, he always does. Besides, you’d be an adversary opponent and the best prize.

You wish you could’ve told him black coffee wasn’t really your style, but you had too much pride, sipping it empty on the way down to the training floor. Bucky would probably go left to the gym, and you’ll go right, to the simulation room. It was handy for someone like you. Training with real people was a liability, so holograms it was. “See you later.” You nod to him.

“Where you going? I thought we were training together.” He sounds disappointed. “Oh you meant like the two of us? I thought it was a wake up call, not an invite.” You scratch the back of your neck, kind of embarrassed. “I figured you could use the change of scenery.” He laughs.

You follow him into the gym, a place you’d only been once, during the orientation tour. It was huge, needing the capacity to handle super hero’s being thrown around. Bucky walks over to a bench, setting down his coffee cup and shedding his windbreaker jacket. You toss your empty cup in the trash can beside the door, slowly walking up to him. “So what did you have in mind?” You ask, nervous as to what exactly you had gotten yourself into.

“First some basic warm up drills, then I figured I could help you with that strength depth perception.” He grabs two jump ropes from the wall and tosses one your way. “Fury was worried about you at the last meeting.” You roll your eyes, of course he was.

“I didn’t know you discussed me at meetings.” You say, starting to jump rope. He joins you a second later, going miles faster than you. “We discuss everything, especially things that could be a liability.”. He wasn’t wrong, it rubbed you wrong that you couldn’t defend yourself at these meetings. But you understood why they did it, you killed a man.

“Right.” You huff out, stopping and dropping the jump rope, you had no endurance. Bucky continues for another minute, the rope turning into a blur as it whizzed around him. You ran the track around the perimeter of the gym, till you legs felt like jelly. Again, Bucky kept going, literally running laps around you.

When he came to a jog in place in front of you, you took in the fact that no sweat had formed on his brow, meanwhile you left a puddle in the floor when you stood up. “Okay, let’s start with defense.” He brings his fist to face level and you match his stance. “We both know you have offense covered. But what about protecting yourself. Other people are strong too.” He made a good point.

You had beginners luck, dodging the first punch Bucky threw at your stomach. The second, not so much. You suck in a breath when his metal fist makes contact with your rib. “You’re supposed to block!” He sounds upset, like he was the one who just got hurt. “Yeah I got that.” You wheeze out, dropping to your knees, clutching your stomach.

Just as you’ve almost composed yourself the door to the gym swings open. “Are you ready for complete destruction, son?” It’s Steve walking in, but his face immediately drops when he sees you. “Excuse me.” He’s obviously embarrassed. You just look at Bucky and try to hold in a laugh. “Seriously?” You whisper, his cheeks are red but he nods.

“I’ll take that as my cue.” You say, waddling over to the vending machine in the corner. The blue on the Aquafina label reflected in your eye. You’re gonna die if you don’t get a drink. You tap your Apple Watch to the card reader, typing in A5, as you watch your water bottle be mechanically maneuvered around through a glass window you hear whispering. “She needs a snack already?”

You don’t know who said it, just that someone did, you didn’t turn around. Preferring to pretend it didn’t happen, you grab the water from the machine, drinking the whole thing in a couple chugs. You smash it between your hands, completely flattening it to the width of paper. It was loud, the cracking of the plastic, it silenced their hushed words. As you toss it into the trash can beside the door, you turn around and address both men.

“Thirst and hunger are two different things, wouldn’t you say?” And you leave, pushing past Natasha in the hallway as you make your way to the simulation room.

Taglist: @cjand10 @winterslove1917 @honestlywork @calwitch

[srslyscary]

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contents/warnings: SFW, slightly ooc, lowercase intended, angst, graphic scenery of death, just too graphic, mafia!ateez

including: ateez x reader

w.c: 2.5k

note: let’s bfr… I went all out with this. while I was gone I was coming up with stuff to write and lately I’ve been stuck on ateez sooo… ya! you a bad mf in this YUH! we eating ts up! also just to be clear.. you’re the oldest in this. I love making the oc the oldest when I write abt groups, it’s just bc I see the oc either being in the middle or the youngest. I’m holding out on the yunho fic rn bc this idea popped up . this is like SUPER long. but anyway enjoy!

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the moon hung high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the city. the wind whispered through the abandoned buildings, carrying with it the tension that filled the air.

"everyone in position?" hongjoong’s voice crackled through the earpiece, his tone commanding and calm. "affirmative," YN responded, her voice clipped and focused as she settled into her sniper's nest on the rooftop of an old slanted building. her eyes scanned the horizon, the heavy sniper rifle steady in her hands. "i’ve got eyes on the target."

"yeosang, san, jongho?" hongjoong’s voice continued.

"we’re in position," yeosang replied. his voice was soft but laced with a dangerous edge as he and the other two infiltrated the rival group's headquarters. their mission was simple: ambush and neutralize the enemy soldiers inside while YN took out their boss from a distance.

"remember, this has to be clean and quick," seonghwa, the second in command, reminded them, his voice firm. "no mistakes."

a chorus of affirmatives followed, and the operation began in earnest. YN's breathing slowed as she focused on the distant figure of the rival boss, a man who had caused them endless trouble. her finger hovered over the trigger, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

as the minutes ticked by, the tension grew thicker. the team communicated in short bursts, updating each other on their progress. YN's eyes never left her target, but something about the situation didn't sit right with her.

the rival boss was too calm, too collected, as if he was waiting for something-or someone.

"everything okay, YN? eun-hyuk is right in your view." yunho’s voice crackled through her earpiece, a slight hint of concern in his tone.

"yeah, just a feeling, I got him though." she muttered back, her instincts screaming that something was wrong. her finger twitched on the trigger, but she held back, waiting.

suddenly, the feeling of something cold pressed against the back of her head made her freeze. the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked echoed in her ear, and a voice, low and menacing, whispered, "drop your weapons, or I'll blow your brains out."

silence fell over the communication line as YN remained perfectly still, her mind racing. she was trained for moments like these, but that didn't make them any less terrifying. her breathing hitched as she assessed her options, knowing that time was not on her side.

"YN? YN, what's going on? why haven’t you taken the shot yet?" seonghwa’s voice came through the earpiece, laced with urgency and concern.

but she couldn't respond. instead, she acted. with a sharp twist of her body, she slammed her elbow into the gunman's side, knocking him off balance. the gun went off, the bullet whizzing past her ear, and she quickly slapped the weapon out of his hand. in one fluid motion, she pulled out a knife from her boot and thrust it into his neck. the man gurgled, his hands clawing at the blade as he collapsed to the ground, blood pooling around him.

panting, YN grabbed her rifle and slung it over her shoulder. she needed to move, and fast. her cover was blown. she bolted toward the edge of the building, heart pounding in her chest. the boys were calling out to her through the earpiece, frantic, but she couldn't answer them. she needed to focus.

without hesitation, she jumped out of the broken window, plummeting toward the construction site below. her body hit the sand-filled truck with a heavy thud, the impact jarring her bones, but she forced herself to move. she rolled off the truck, hitting the ground and sprinting toward cover as bullets rained down around her.

"i’m surrounded," she finally managed to gasp into the earpiece, her voice strained. "I need to get out quickly."

"YN, what the hell are you doing?" wooyoung’s voice was sharp, but there was a hint of fear behind his words.

"i’m improvising," she snapped back, her temper flaring as she fired back at her pursuers. she ducked behind a stack of crates, reloading her weapon with practiced ease. her mind raced, trying to figure out her next move.

the enemy soldiers were closing in, their footsteps echoing in the night. she couldn't stay here. she had to keep moving. but the realization that she was drawing further away from her team gnawed at her. she was getting too far away, too isolated.

and then, they were on her. a group of men with blades, their eyes gleaming with malice, rushed at her. YN didn't hesitate. she fired, taking down the first few, but then her gun clicked empty. “shit. i’m fucking out!”

she huffed, no time to reload. she dropped it and pulled out her throwing knives, launching them with deadly precision.

the men fell one by one, but more kept coming. she fought like a demon, her body a whirlwind of violence, but they overwhelmed her. blades sliced into her skin, drawing blood, but she didn't stop. she couldn't stop.

finally, with a desperate lunge, she broke through their ranks, barely escaping with her life. her body screamed in pain, but she forced herself to keep going. she needed to get inside the headquarters. she needed to finish the mission.

staggering, she made her way to the building, using every ounce of strength she had left. when she finally reached the entrance, she paused, leaning heavily against the wall, trying to catch her breath. blood dripped from her wounds, staining the ground beneath her.

"i’m inside," she whispered into the earpiece, her voice barely audible.

"YN, what happened to you?" san’s voice was filled with worry, and she could hear the panic in the background as the others tried to make sense of the situation.

but she ignored them. there was no time for explanations. she needed to find the boss and end this.

the corridors of the rival headquarters were dimly lit, the shadows playing tricks on YN's vision as she stumbled through the halls. her blood left a trail behind her, marking her path. she clutched a gun she had picked up from a fallen henchman, her grip tight despite the pain coursing through her body.

she pushed open a door, revealing a lavish office. and there he was, the rival boss, sitting calmly at his desk as if he had been expecting her all along. his lips curled into a smirk as he saw her, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"you look worse for wear, YN," he sneered, his voice dripping with condescension. "I must admit, i’m impressed you made it this far. but it ends here."

"shut the hell up," YN growled, raising her gun. but before she could pull the trigger, her eyes caught something on his desk—a bomb, its timer ticking down with only five minutes left.

she cursed under her breath. this was a trap, and she had walked right into it.

the boss chuckled, clearly amused by her predicament. "you really thought you could take me down? you’re just a pawn in this game. and in every life, i’ll enjoy killing you and your pathetic friends."

the timer ticked down ominously, each second feeling like an eternity. YN's mind raced, trying to figure out how to defuse the bomb, but she wasn't a demolitions expert. wooyoung was. but he was outside watching with mingi. there was no way she could stop the bomb in time.

but she could still save her team.

without a word, she grabbed the bomb and ran, bursting out of the office and down the hallway. "get out of the building!" she screamed into the earpiece, her voice frantic.

"there’s a bomb! you need to get out now!"

"what the hell!? no! we’re not leaving you behind!" san’s voice was filled with desperation, but YN couldn't afford to let them stay.

"go!" she yelled, her voice breaking. "that’s an order!"

she could hear their protests, their refusal to abandon her, but there was no time to argue. she knew what she had to do. she reached the exit, her hand hovering over the door handle. for a brief moment, she hesitated, her heart aching at the thought of leaving her family behind.

but then she remembered their faces, their smiles, their laughter.

and she knew she couldn't let them die. anyone of them.

-

meeting hongjoong was the best thing that ever happened to me. he made all of this happen. he made us a family. he made me feel welcomed. he made all of us feel welcomed.

“yah! hong! smile for the camera you big idiot!” she called to her younger brother, ruffling his hair. “quit touching my head!” he huffed, before chuckling.

“i’ll take the picture. give it here.”

*snap*

“i’m gonna keep this—“

“no. I want it. give it here!”

“nuh uh it’s mine!”

-

meeting seonghwa meant the world to me. he cared for me. he loved me. he made me feel at home, even when I knew I didn’t belong. he made things we wouldn’t do, normal activities.

“hwa, I know you said you don’t do this type of stuff.. but I got a lego set to build. I was hoping maybe you would build one with me?”

“let me think— sure, cmon silly.”

“sweet! it’s star wars themed! with the little lightsabers and everything!”

“you’re too cute. alright it’s a pretty big box so let’s start.”

“yeah!”

-

meeting yunho was exciting, it was a fresh start to my boring and sad life. he taught me to be sneaky, smart, and he cared for me. he made me laugh everyday.

“okay but check this out!”

“PFFT- IS THAT HONGJOONG?“

“sure is!”

“yunho how did you even take this picture without waking him up?!”

“I have my ways..”

“JEONG YUNHO!”

“you fucking-“

“time to go!”

“WAIT FOR ME!”

-

meeting yeosang felt refreshing, he gave me a whole new perspective on life, on the decisions I should make, on being a better person to myself, even if our work was the most horrible thing ever. he always made sure I was taken care of and wasn’t going overboard.

“you know you don’t have to stay up so late researching about those guys. I already got that covered..”

“I just feel like I should help you out. my only job is to kill and clean. I hate it sometimes.”

“listen sis. I promise you I have it under control. just relax. you went on a mission today and none of us need our best asset to crumble into herself.”

“you’re right. sorry yeosang.”

“you’re lucky I caught you. if it was hwa or joong they would have lectured you until you died.”

“pfft- yeah I know.”

-

meeting san was special, I always felt I had a special connection with him. i treated him like blood from day one, as did he with me. he followed me everywhere and always protected me no matter the costs.

“san have you seen my drink?”

I threw it out. someone put something in it.

“no, but I can get you a new one if you want it.”

“please? I swear I just had the drink on the table.”

i’m gonna kill that guy.

“i’ll go get you a new one sis.”

-

meeting wooyoung was fun, he always did the silliest things to brighten my mood. he bothered me on a daily basis just to see how I was feeling. and although he was horrible on the field, he was the sweetest when it came to affection.

“knock knock, are you busy?”

“a little. i’m working on some reports for the captain. why what’s up?”

“im bored. cuddle sesh?”

“woo I have to finish this..”

“you’ve been doing that for hours. I’m pretty sure he would care less. you’re always up to par with your work anyway.”

“okay fine.. just an hour.”

“make it two and we have a deal!”

“fine…”

-

meeting jongho was the greatest gift I could ever receive. he made me feel worthy for the team, even more than seonghwa and hongjoong did. he quietly cared, he nudged me to keep going, kept me from falling back.

“y’know.. sometimes I wonder where the rest of us would be if you weren’t here.”

“what does that mean?”

“I guess what i’m saying is… like.. what if it was just the eight of us? what if we weren’t nine?”

“I’m pretty sure if it was only the eight of you, you’d go on just the same without me.”

“it wouldn’t feel the same though. we’ve always been nine, no matter how you look at it.”

“hey.. if anything happened to me, I don’t want you to think of what it would be like if I was there. I want you to keep going with the boys.”

“yeah. but still. I care too much to let something actually happen to you. so we’ll be nine forever.”

“nine forever.”

-

nine forever.

nine forever.

nine forever.

nineeight forever

nineforevernineforevernineeightforever—

eight forever.

"i’m sorry," she whispered, her voice filled with regret. "take care of each other. I love you all."

and with that, she turned and ran back into the building, determined to get the bomb as far away from them as possible. she sprinted down the hallway, ignoring the pain in her body, ignoring the fear gnawing at her heart.

but she knew it was too late. the timer ticked down, the seconds slipping away like sand through her fingers. she reached the last hallway just as the timer hit zero, far away from the boys. and with a deafening roar, the world exploded around her.

the explosion rocked the entire block, sending debris flying into the night sky. the rival headquarters crumbled to the ground, reduced to a smoking pile of rubble in an instant. the shockwave knocked the boys off their feet as they stumbled out of the building, the force of the blast ringing in their ears.

"YN!" jongho screamed, his voice raw with anguish as he struggled to get back on his feet. but the building was gone, and with it, YN.

"no... no..." san muttered, his hands shaking as he clutched his head, tears streaming down his face. "this is my fault... I should have been there... I should have protected her..."

seonghwa stood frozen, his mind unable to process what had just happened. his sister, the one he had sworn to protect, was gone.

he had failed her. he had failed them all.

hongjoong’s face was pale, his eyes hollow as he stared at the smoking ruins. from a few feet away. the weight of his responsibilities crushed him, the guilt tearing at his soul. this was his fault. He had sent her in there.

he had let her die.

yunho, yeosang, mingi, and wooyoung were in shock, unable to move, unable to speak. the reality of what had just happened was too much to bear. their sister, their best friend, was gone. and there was nothing they could do to bring her back.

as the dust settled, the full extent of their loss began to sink in. YN was gone. the one who had always protected them, always been there for them, was no more. they had lost their best asset, and with her, they had lost a part of themselves.

_

days passed, but the pain didn't lessen. the members of ateez were a shell of their former selves, each one consumed by their grief and guilt.

san was the most affected, his mind replaying the events of that night over and over again. he couldn't forgive himself. he couldn't accept that she was gone. every night, he would sit by her empty bed, clutching her belongings, tears streaming down his face. he had loved her more than anyone, and now she was gone.

seonghwa withdrew into himself, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he had failed her. he avoided the others, unable to face them, unable to bear the weight of their shared loss. he had always been the strong one, the reliable one, but now he felt like a fraud, a failure.

hongjoong buried himself in work, trying to numb the pain, but it was no use. everytime he closed his eyes, he saw her face, heard her voice, remembered her smile. and it broke him.

yunho, yeosang, mingi, and wooyoung struggled to keep the group together, but it was an uphill battle. the bond that had held them together was fractured, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't fix it.

the world felt emptier without her, the light that she had brought into their lives snuffed out forever. and the knowledge that they could do nothing to bring her back was a torment they couldn't escape. they visited her grave often, each time bringing flowers, each time hoping that it would somehow make the pain go away. but it never did.

as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, the members of ateez slowly began to piece themselves back together. they knew they couldn't stay broken forever. YN wouldn't have wanted that. she would have wanted them to keep fighting, to keep living.

but the pain never really went away. It lingered, a constant reminder of what they had lost.

and it fueled them, drove them to become stronger, to honor her memory.

they knew they couldn't undo the past, but they could make sure that her sacrifice wasn't in vain.

they would take down every rival group, every enemy, and they would make them pay for what they had done.

for YN.

the team came together, their bond stronger than ever, forged in the fires of loss and pain.

seonghwa stepped up, taking on more responsibilities, guiding the group with a steady hand.

san became a force of nature, his grief turning into a cold fury that he unleashed on their enemies. he trained harder than ever before, pushing himself to the brink, determined to never let anyone else he loved die.

yunho, yeosang, mingi, wooyoung, and jongho each found their own ways to cope, their own ways to honor YN's memory. they worked together, fought together, and slowly but surely, they began to heal.

but they never forgot. they carried her with them, in their hearts, in their minds, in every mission they undertook. and as they stood on the precipice of their next battle, they knew that they were not alone.

she was with them, watching over them, guiding them.

and they would make sure that her legacy lived on, no matter what.

_

a small, unmarked grave stood in a secluded part of the city, a single white flower resting on the cold stone. the members of ateez gathered around it, their faces solemn as they paid their respects.

"YN," seonghwa whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "we miss you."

san knelt down, placing his hand on the grave, his eyes wet with tears. "i’m sorry... I should have been there... I should have protected you..."

hongjoong placed a hand on san’s shoulder, his own eyes filled with sadness. "she knew the risks, san. she made her choice. we have to honor that."

yunho, yeosang, mingi, wooyoung, and jongho stood in silence, their hearts heavy as they remembered the one they had lost. the one who had been their strength, their protector, their sister.

but as they stood there, they knew that she was still with them.

in their hearts, in their memories, in everything they did.

and they would never forget.

YN was more than just a member of ateez. she was their family.

and she would always be a part of them, forever and always.

[sayruq]

A few days ago, Al Qassam Brigades (Hamas' military arm) announced that it had monitored about 60 IDF soldiers in tents before bombing them and sending a lone gunman to finish them off. Below is the video footage of them monitoring the soldiers

The link to the video ⬆️. No TW.

[chelleztjs18]

I Just Feel You (W.M)

Avenger Fem Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: When things go downhill after a mission but revelations arise.

Warning: hurt/comfort. pain description. Let me know if i miss anything.

A/n: Hello! I'm back. This fic is from 2 requests combined. I tried to write it as short and fast as i can but turns out it wasnt that easy. hahaha. I didn't really proof read this fic so i'm sure there'll be some errors in it. Thank u @honey-sweet-hiraeth for helping me brainstorming. Thank u my curious george anon for the summary line. :D Thank you @stonemags for helping me checking and give me some corrections. These are the requests for this fic. Happy reading!

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The snow surrounding is mostly untouched. The further it is and the higher it is up to the mountain, it looks all perfectly sparkling white. Silence dominates the air.

That was a little while ago, before you and your Avengers team mates came to attack one of Hydra secret labs and warehouses and the fight has been on for a while.

The sounds of gunshots, the screaming Hydra's army try to fight all of you and even some explosions are now breaking the silence.

“Okay, we already got all the vibranium they have here. Everybody try to get back to the jet now.” Steve instructs everybody through the comms.

“I still need to go into their computer system in the north building to hack the bomb that they set in Sokovia's main city.” Stark explained as he flies in the air at high speed.

"What about the detonator? One of Strucker's guys has it and he's running away with it to the east side." Natasha reminds everybody followed by a grunt as she fights the enemies in front of her.

"Somebody needs to get him before they blow it as their plan." The blonde super soldier directs his thoughts in the middle of throwing his shield at the gunman who tries to shoot him. “I can go to where the detonator at as soon as I’m done moving the vibranium to the jet. “ Pietro offers his help as he runs super speed, knocking down three more Strucker’s guards.

“Y/n, why don’t you teleport there?” Yelena mentioned.

“I got Strucker locked in my target. I’m ready, Cap.” Clint informs through the com while pulling his arrow back and ready to shoot as he waits for his cue on the west part.

“Yelena’s right. I can teleport to get the detonator. I’m almost done with this big guy here.” You agreed and fought the last tough enemy you got in your assigned part of the building.

“No, y/n. Your power is new, you don’t have the control on teleporting where you want to go yet.” your girlfriend reminds you about your new power.

“No, don’t worry, Wands. I have been practicing with Yelena and I have been controlling it pretty good.” you disagree. “Y/n, don’t listen to my sister. Listen to your girlfriend.” Natasha backs up her best friend, Wanda.

“Y/n, don’t do it. I will fly to him now.” Wanda tries to leave you no room to argue no more.

“Wanda’s right, y/n.” Tony sided with your girlfriend as well and just like that, the comms line gets chaotic with the team agreeing and disagreeing with the plan while fighting whoever comes in front of them, kicking their ass.

“Trust me, y/n has been doing good. It’s about time to try it in the real field. What worse can happen right?” Yelena expresses her support for you.

“She can get hurt! Y/n, you better not do it!” Wanda warns you in a stern tone this time.

“Cap, what do you wanna do with this bastard? A helicopter just landed, he’s running away. Shoot him now?” The archer asks once more. Your and your teammates' voices overlap each other.

“Yeah, shoot him.” Steve answers.

“I’m gonna do it now.” you decide despite Wanda’s warning.

Clint let go the arrow, targeted the running Strucker and just like Wanda said, you showed up in the opposite direction you wanted.

You gasp as you feel Clint’s arrow force through your upper abdomen near your ribs, luckily the new technology on your suit managed to block his arrow before it hits your vital organ. It was impressive but it hurts you good. “Wait, y/n! What the hell just happened?! Clint asks in such shock and confusion of what he saw from the top of the hill.

"I just got hit by your arrow, Clint. Fuck! That hurts." You tried to get up but you couldn't.

Confident that none of the Avengers are close enough to get him now, Strucker noticed what happened and looked down at the wounded you now. “Ah, I remember you. You finally got your power. Teleporting, not bad. I’ll come back for you, to finish what I started on you.”

His heavy voice in a malicious evil tone made its way to be heard by you causing fear to show up out of nowhere in you. Your body starts to shake a little and you feel colder than a few seconds ago. Your legs weakened from your trauma. Vivid images of memories flash rapidly, sending shivers to your bones. You were one of Hydra’s experiments before The Avengers saved you and recruited you to join them.

The wound makes it hard for you to move and all you can do is respond to him in agony. “No, you won’t! We will get your ass, Strucker! And stop you from doing more experiments on those poor people, you son of a bitch!”

“Can anybody go where they are? Clint, can’t you shoot more arrows?” Tony talks in concern.

“That was my last one.”

“I’ll take care of y/n.” The Maximoff twins said the same things at once.

Strucker didn’t say anything else and walked away shortly after he left with a confident smirk on his face to get onto the helicopter.

Pietro and Wanda came at the same time but too bad Strucker got away.

You hear a thud as Wanda lands. "Detka, what were you thinking?? You are hurt now." She sounds upset as she leans to you to check your wound.

"Hey, Wands. I'm okay. Don't worry. Ouch!" You replied as you flinched when the red magic tendrils wrap you and lift you up.

"Come on, ya goose. We gotta make sure you are okay before my sister gets mad at you." the silver haired twin teases you, knowing how angry Wanda is right now. He knows how protective and possessive she is of you.

"Love, are you mad at me?" You ask as you are floating into the quinjet as everybody else is already waiting in silence, they know better not to say anything when Wanda is furious.

“Not now, Y/n. We’ll get you first aid at the compound first, then I’ll talk to you.” Flat yet irritated was the red haired witch’s tone. You can see Natasha hit her sister’s arm as soon as she tries to talk to avoid more tension that she caused earlier.

“We’ll be at the compound soon in less than an hour.” Clint announced.

_____

Big thanks to Stark’s technology inventions, your wound will get better faster than usual. Wanda walks out of the meds room as soon as you are done and scurries to your shared bedroom. You try to catch up with her steps. “Wands, are you mad? You didn’t say a word to me the whole flight back” She ignores your question and keeps walking. You keep following her.

As soon as she walks into the bedroom, she slams the door before you even get the chance to get in. You open the door and walk in. “Seriously? Slamming the door? What’s your problem, Wanda? What did I do?”

She turns around to you and glares at you before she finally breaks her silence. “What the hell were you thinking?! Teleported when you can’t control it yet! You could’ve died, y/n!”

”But I didn’t, did I?” Trying to loosen up the tension, you joke around a little bit but oh boy you realized it was not the smartest thing to do right now. Wanda’s annoyance flares and she simmers with anger. “You seriously did not just say that, y/n! Argh! You never take anything serious, don't you? You don't take me seriously, or our relationship or even your life! I thought you would change but I was wrong." she snapped. Her voice started to raise. Her heart pounding and her muscles quivering.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Where the hell did all of that come from? I don’t take you seriously? And our relationship? Wands, I’m committed to you. You said that you thought I would change? change to what? You never mention anything about this. You are all over the place now babe.” You responded as confusion showed up in your face.

“Oh don’t you babe me, y/n! I’m not all over the place!” Wanda refuses your words after stopping herself from walking back and forth. Tension is for sure escalated.

“Oh yes you are. First you didn’t talk to me in the quinjet, then you got mad because I was being reckless in the mission and then about me not being serious and never changing? What the hell?!” you added.

"You are childish, y/n. You know that, everybody knows that. " Wanda keeps arguing back at you. Rage bottled up inside her.

"I am younger than you but I'm not childish! What did you mean everybody knows that?" You deny her upsetting words wholeheartedly. "Well, if you weren't childish, you would’ve not listened to Yelena and teleported then get shot with Barton’s arrow! You always put your life in danger! You didn’t care about yourself or me.” Both you and Wanda start to yell at each other.

Anger clouded the two of you and mixed feelings slowly built up. “Always?” You genuinely ask but to Wanda, it’s like gasoline to her fire of rage.

“Yes! Always. You seriously forgot you almost got killed when you tried to kill the giant alien by yourself just so you can win your stupid bet with Yelena?! You know what, y/n, I’m dating you but I feel like I’m more babysitting you and I’m sick of it! I can't do this anymore." Wanda rambles in frustration as both her hands shoves her hair back off her face.

Your heart drops when you hear the last words she said. Tears start to pool in your eyes but you try hard to keep it in and swallow the lump in the back of your throat. "W-what did you mean? Are you breaking up with me?"

This time it was Wanda's stomach turn to churn hearing your question. She is as speechless as you are and doesn't know how to answer you but unfortunately, her silence was enough for you. WIthout saying a word, you walk away from you and proceed to pack your backpack.

The now bewildered Sokovian twin looks at you and asks “Y/n, what are you doing? Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here. Apparently, you need some time to think and so am I. I’m going for a walk. Do not wait up.” You answered with a shaky tone, avoiding any possible eye contact to happen as you pick your pace filling up your backpack with your clothes and belongings. 

"Do not wait up? So you are not coming home? Where are you going to stay tonight? Y/n, don’t go." Wanda rambles her questions while trying to hold back her tears and anger at the same time..

"Natasha is staying at her parents house. So I'll stay there and hang out to clear my mind." You answered and in a split second, it turns Wanda’s sadness back to anger again.

"Oh I see. Yelena is there too. That's why you are going there tonight, right?" Another accusation forcing its way out through Wanda's words.

"What are you talking about? I'm going there to think and talk with my best friend, Nat and also for you to have your space to rethink what you just said. I'm starting to think, what is the main issue here? Is it about you being overprotected, about me being childish, or what?"

You wait for her answer but Wanda’s lips are shut. She refused to say what her main issue was. “I guess we both really need some time to calm down so we can discuss this together.” You quickly turn your head away from her so she wouldn’t see your tears and with heavy footsteps you leave Wanda alone.

_____

The next morning, Wanda looks for you as soon as she wakes up. She rushes to any room in the compound yet she has no luck in finding you.

Her steps bring her to the dining room, hoping that you are there having breakfast with the other teammates like usual. She catches the two Russian sisters in her eyesight instead of you. Her heart shakes and her stomach churns. Her instinct tells her something is not right.

“Nat, where is y/n?” puzzled yet alarmed, the brunette Avengers asks the redhead.

“I don’t know. Why? Didn’t you two go to your room together after we got back last night? Wands, is everything okay?” Natasha answers in perplexion. Her eyebrows furrowed.

“We uh had some argument last night and she said she needs space to think so she told me she was going to your parent’s place last night because you were there.” Wanda explains while avoiding eye contact with Yelena. Her throat feels thickened.

“No, I didn’t get any text or call from her and she didn’t come to see me either.” concern starts to rise inside both Natasha and Wanda.

“That’s weird, she didn’t answer my text last night and this morning. Did you try to call her yet?” Yelena chimes in.

A quick deep glare from Wanda goes straight to Yelena. “I’m still not talking with you because of yesterday.” Wanda responds coldly.

“Wait, what–” Yelena quickly questioned Wanda’s statement but was interrupted by Natasha right away. Natasha understands her best friend's reasoning on getting mad at Yelena.

“I’ll inform the others to start searching for her. Something is off.” Wanda nods at the idea as three of them get up and start doing what they know what should do next.

_____

Like an hourglass that is almost running out of its sand in it, the hours of the day are almost over. All the Avengers have been doing their part to find you but they still got no luck until this second. Wanda has been worried sick. Tony has been doing the best he can to hack anything he could to track you.

“Barton, did you find anything?” Steve asks Clint from the comm who is looking for you from an aerial view in the helicopter. “None, Captain.” Clint answers right away.

“I’m sure it’s all Hydra’s doing. Clint told me that Strucker talked to her before he ran away that day.” Wanda lets out her thoughts, her eyes red from crying for you.

“Not to mention she was one of his experiments.” Natasha added.

“Why doesn’t she at least try to teleport?” Yelena asks genuinely in confusion and gets another sharp stare from Wanda, as sharp as a dagger.

“Strucker probably use this thing that can block our power or weaken it if it’s put on around our neck. They put them on Wanda and I before and trust me, that thing hurts a lot..” The speedster Maximoff twins explains as he recalls the traumatic past of theirs.

“Then it will be hard to find her, we gotta hurry up so we won’t be too late.” Iron Man adds with a concerned tone.

Everybody forces their brain to think so they can find a way to get you back. Silence roaming around at the compound, Wanda’s heart wrenched and her body leaden. She keeps thinking and thinking but then she remembers one thing. One thing that only you and Wanda know about.

“I know a way to find her. I will try to telepathically communicate with her.” Wanda breaks the silence and everybody turns their heads to her instantly.

“Y/n can telepath?” The blonde captain asks.

“She has telepathy power this whole time and she didn't tell us?” The Stark company CEO looks surprised.

“We weren’t sure if it was a new power she developed or not. We thought it was more of a connection we have. She didn’t want to tell everybody until she was sure and knew how to use it.” Wanda backs you up with her response as tears roll down on her cheeks..

“Boys, that’s totally understandable. I’m sure she would eventually tell us about it. Now, Wanda, can you try it now? Try to feel, or talk to her or whatever you can do with it? We need it, to save your girlfriend.” Natasha endeavors in cutting the conversation short, leading them to focus on the most important thing. Her green eyes locked with Wanda’s as she holds the side of Wanda’s arms and tells her to start trying to feel or sense where you are at but mostly, if you are still alive.

With that, the brunette witch nods and she closes her eyes, focusing her mind on you.

_____

You were woken up with a huge splash of ice cold water to your face and a heavy voice startled you at the same time.

“Wake up! You call yourself an Avengers but you keep passing out and can’t handle the pain?” A mocking laugh and tone echoes. You slowly open your eyes, your vision is blurred as your eyes are adjusting with the bright light from the lamp above you.

Intense aching claws every single of your nerves. You flinch from the pain on your neck when you move your head to look around. You realized you are still at the same dark underground facility with the last time you were at. You have lost count how many times you passed out from the torment you are experiencing in just one night.

You are still sitting on a chair with your wrists and ankles are all tied up to it. You weakly try to get yourself out of it but it was all in vain.

“Let me go!” You demand with the last bit of the energy you have left. Your lungs painfully try to get some air for your whole body. A mix of blood, sweat and water flows from your head and rolls over your face.

“I told you, I will come back for you.” A familiar bone chilling male voice with a thick accent made its way to be heard. You know whose it is. All the coldness in the air wakes every little hair on your skin, the smells around you, the stinging pain forcing most of your pores and Strucker’s voice definitely takes the role as if it’s a time machine that brings you back to your traumatic life history.

“What the fuck do you want from me?!” You grunt in agony.

“You and your power. I made you, I gave you the power you have now so you will serve Hydra but you joined the Avengers instead and that pissed me off!.” a hard slap lands on your cheek and jaws.

You spit the blood from your busted lips. With the last drop of vigor you have in you, you try to teleport but shortly you scream in such agitation from the collar electrocutes your neck and you hear Strucker’s maniac laugh as if he is enjoying what he sees and hears.

“Aw, where are you trying to teleport? You can’t run away from me again.This collar can prevent you from using your power.” A fake sympathy wrapped with a mocking tone flows between his words.

The tall man turns his back on you and yells a command in a foreign language you don’t understand and shortly after that, you are injected with a substance that brings out a lot more affliction in your body.

In a split second, your whole life flashes in front of you. Your sad childhood, your painful past after Hydra kidnapped you for the first time, the time you joined the Avengers and the time you saw Wanda’s green eyes that made you fall for her hard and helplessly.

Vivid images of her smiles parading in your mind with her laughter filling up your memories, the way she calls your name and all the pet names. You need her, you regretted that you left last night. You wished you didn’t and solved the argument with her. You tried your best to fight all these with exertion. You want to…no..you have to come home to your girlfriend.

You scream your lungs out, forcing yourself using your power to teleport even though the collar strikes you hard with a high voltage wave and forcing more harm to you but a soft soothing voice in your mind speaks to you and it stops you from screaming. “Y/n, can you feel me? Where are you?”

“Wanda?” You mumble her name weakly under your breath. Your chest rises and falls. You look around slowly trying to see if Wanda came. Her voice sounds crystal clear yet her presence isn’t anywhere near you..

You try to focus on listening to listen to everything you can and you hear something that gives you a clue where you are at. You close your eyes to try to connect your mind with hers.

_____

Red magic wisp lights up Wanda’s eyes as they are flooded with tears. Wanda can feel how you feel. She heard a faint answer from you. It drags her down when she hears how weak you are and it all comes together when she feels your pain.

“Y/n…” sorrow closes up her throat and plunges her into despair. In one blink, her tears escape.

"Wanda..what's wrong?" Natasha asks in such an anxious tone.

"Sestra? Is y/n okay?" Her twin brother lets out a question right after Natasha's.

"Please tell me she's still alive." Yelena's slavic accents disguise her worry about your safety.

"She's okay but she is in great pain, the same pain we had." Wanda's glistening eyes look at her brother, showing her vulnerability to him.

"So it's true, Hydra has her. Did she tell you where they keep her?"  Pietro digs more information through his words.

Wanda nods in acknowledgement and says in a low voice. "She said Liberty."

Tony quickly commands his A.I to search for the clue Wanda got. “Hydra has an underground facility under the liberty statue, way under it. It will take at least four hours to hack all their security systems and connections before we can invade them and save Y/n.”

Wanda marches her way to the door.

“Wanda, where are you going? We have to wait.” Steve indirectly lets out a command to her. Wanda turns her head and she clenches her fists and with gritted teeth she refuses his order “I’m not going to let them lay their hands on my Y/n any longer, not even a second!” as she continues her steps.

_____

You almost lost your consciousness once more but you can feel Wanda more and more as if her presence is coming close. You close your eyes, focusing on your mind. Doubling your effort to telepathy with her. “I love you, Wanda. I’m sorry.. Please don't get hurt.”

You can feel heartache, her heartache to be exact. The only thing that keeps you up at this moment is her anger that you are feeling and her high hope for you to be still alive until she gets there.

As your head slowly faces down with the energy you have left while Strucker’s men do a lot more research on you, you hear a lot of terrorized men screaming. It caught your attention. The more you try to hear it, the more other sounds you hear. Sound of automatic guns’ ammo fired in the distance and a more screaming voice followed with many loud thuds echoing through the darkness of the facility.

You start to notice everybody who is doing the research on you starts to panic and more of Strucker's army come out with their firearms.

A blanket of fear covers them even though they are prepared for what’s coming or perhaps who is coming.

A few of the armed men are being thrown to the walls and to the enormous iron gate that stands tall protecting the room you are in right now. Some shots fired even a little explosion sound passed through the barriers shortly before more guards got thrown even harder. You are sure that they are all dead.

Silence takes over the air all of a sudden and everybody around you watches in fright. All the front row guarded men even take a step back. The wicked scientists start to undo everything that’s on you to take you away from whoever tries to save you.

The shadow that’s reflected on the wall moves closer and closer to the gate as steps keep repeating, showing that someone is coming.

You weakly chuckle. You turn your head to the men on both of your sides. “You are all screwed now. My girlfriend is here and I’m sure she is pissed right now. Trust me you don’t want to pissed her off.” you coughed between mocking words that you said.

“Shut up! We're gonna take you away. She will die before she can save you.” The skinny man disguises his fears with his threat as he unties the straps to move you to the gurnee bed.

The huge iron gate bent and flew abruptly to the guards that was caused by the strong impact of the red wisps and crushed most of them to death easily.

Guns, weapons and men are flying around. Some of them are slammed to the stone walls. Some of them are thrown so hard to each other and knocked down to the ground.

Then there she is, the woman you love walks closer to you as soon as she sees you. You never saw her this furious, her eyes light up in crimson.

"Hands off!" In such fury, she commands and before you know it the red tendrils cover her hands then go straight to the two scientists next to you.

You see them scream fearfully for their lives as they are floating under Wanda's power above you. In a millisecond you hear a loud crack from their bones she crushes.

Without a doubt, they are deformed and die. Wanda throws their body to the ground like they are just a crumpled paper trash.

You feel her pain, anger and sadness yet there's a relieved feeling in her that makes you smile when her eyes slowly turn green again and catch your gaze. In a quick flinch of her finger, the collar on your neck broke and fell off your neck. You try to walk to her but your legs give up on holding your weight and you fall.

Wanda quickly catches you in her arms then lets you lay on her lap as her arms prompts your body up. "Detka? Oh my god, are you okay? I'm here, you are safe now. I will get you out here." She hugs you tight and rocks her body gently with you in her hugs, in a glance of hope it will make you feel better and safer.

“Wanda, did you find her? Clint, Yelena and I are coming with the quinjet to help you.” Natasha informed her through the comm.

“I took all the guards down. I have her with me now.” Wanda replied shortly.

After she responds Natasha, she looks at you  and runs her hand on your hair. “I’m sorry, malyshka. I should've not let you go that night. I should've told you that I was so jealous of how close you are with Yelena." Her cry sounds shaky, full of regret and guilt.

You grunt in pain after you let out a little laugh. “Wanda, Yelena likes Kate Bishop, a lot. I– I’m helping her to set up a date with Kate.”

She looks at you perplexed. “What? She likes Kate? Not you?”

You smile weakly, holding the pain as you nod slowly. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. You got hurt because of me.” Her eyes show a huge remorse. “Sssstt.. It’s alright. You could never hurt me. I just feel you.” You stuttered in comforting her.

In a cry, Wanda nods quickly. Her lips quivered, her tears dropped onto you.

"I love you, Wanda."

"I love you too, detka."

You heard an explosion, breaking the old walls to make a quicker exit path to the quinjet for you. Natasha rushed to the both of you.

“Oh my god, y/n! Are you okay? We gotta get you out of here. Steve and Tony already take down the rest of the guards.” Natasha asks and carefully examines your injuries as soon as they get to you.

“I’m okay, Nat. Don’t worry.” You smile, deep down you feel that you gradually gain your energy back after seeing two of your closest people are with you now. Wanda carefully elevates you with her magic and takes you to the quinjet as Natasha and Yelena watch the surroundings.

You float in the air passing Yelena as you get into the jet. “Geez, y/n, you look like hell. We should get your ass back to the compound.” Yelena comments with casual remarks, trying to cover how worried she is about you then follows you and Wanda.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have a date with Kate tonight?” You joked around as your face weakly forms a smirk at her. Your joke lured an eye roll from Yelena.

“She canceled it.” Natasha casually answers while busy giving medical treatment to some of your injuries.

“Why?” you curiously asked.

“Because you were nowhere to be found and were in danger. Don’t worry, Kate understands the situation." Wanda hears Yelena's answers. Her eyes jump around between you and Yelena.

“Don’t worry, Yelena. I will help you set up the date for you and Kate.” Wanda’s words suddenly jump into the conversation before you can even reply.

Wanda looks at the blonde and smiles as her way to subtly fix the tension that was created between them by her jealousy.

“Really? Thank you, Wanda!” excitement is in Yelena’s tone as she smiles back.

Natasha and her sister leave you alone with Wanda on the flight back. Wanda stays next to you the whole time, holding your hand and loving you with all her heart. She looks at you dearly.

You pull her hand and lay it on your heart shortly before you ask "Tell me what do you feel, Wands."

She smiles and says "I just feel you."

A/n: Welp, that's it for today. Let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments are appreciated. Follow me for more and see you in next!

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[lordofdestructionm]

An Unlikely Friendship betrayed

Mordecai being repressed as all hell and having feelings for the first time in his life for his straight best friend and not dealing with that very well is of course pure delicious angst

But even with an entirely platonic attitude to the tuxedo that doesn't necessarily mean Viktor is less hurt by what happened

Viktor is a man who has always wanted to feel useful and needed. As a farm hand, as a soldier, as a manual labourer, as a handyman for his neighborhood, and as a bootlegger.

But unable to return to the land of his birth, tossed aside by the US government after serving his purpose in the war, losing an eye when striking for fairer pay and conditions, abandoned by his wife who took his daughter with her, Viktor has had that sense of purpose snatched away from him too many times. He starts working for Atlas as much because it offers him a new one as much as any gratitude he had for getting him out of custody.

A BIG part of that new purpose became watching out for and guarding the back of a younger tuxedo cat, trying so hard to appear cold and capable to conceal the desperate lost man inside. For whatever reason, despite all his noise, nagging, criticism, prickliness,and their regular arguements, this unlikely partner he spends most of his time with somehow achieves that rare feat of being considered a friend by Viktor "Vinegar" Vasko

He makes sure he isn't taking needless risks, he goes out of his way to retrieve his eye wear from half way up destroyed stairs in a burning building,he tries to help him improve his weak social skills, he wears a tie he offers him for Christmas, and seemingly even agrees to wearing a matching suit at the 1926 New Years party despite hating formal wear

He has a practical purpose as a mechanic, gunman and the muscle of the Lackadaisy gang, while more personally his circle is not much bigger than Mordecai's.

A good hearted but senile neighbor in Mrs Bapka, a young bright eyed girl who fills the gap where his daughter was, and his eccentric partner and likely both best and only friend.

But then Atlas dies, and not long after one of those people puts a bullet in his one fully working knee. We don't know to what extent if any Mordecai explained himself beforehand, but we have to assume Viktor believes like most other people that is was pure spite and self interest as he left them for their biggest rivals.

Not knowing it was a desperate measure to protect him

Now neither of his legs work properly, he is relegated to tending the bar which he must feel is as bad as being benched completely, and following the pig farmers attack, in part due to the robbery of their weapons by that same ex-partner, he currently can't even do that

He is left sitting at home feeling broken and useless without a clear purpose to keep him going, to distract him from the many bad memories hanging over him

All because of the one person he thought, after so many years, wouldn't abandon him, needed him, would always have his back

Not stick a knife in it.

based on response to post by @felinelun

[prettyboypistol]

can we get some nsfw soldier stuff, bossman 🙏🏽🙏🏽?? I don't see enough writings for that silly guy, and ya got some of the best headcanons and oneshots-

TF2 Soldier x M!Reader || Private Inspection +18 (ART+FANFIC)

~the fanfiction~

[Military kink][Virgin Kink][Oral][Outside/Public Sex]

Spy had called you insane when you confessed that you liked Soldier. He assumed it was a joke when you first said that you were interested over a glass of wine. When you gave him a serious look, a look of horror washed over your friend's face.

"Mon Dieu, no." Spy murmured, you nodded.

"I'm going to fuck him." You huffed. "The crazier the man, the better the dick."

"I- well, yes, but-"

In your mind, the challenge was all but set in stone. All you had to do was saunter over that soldier and seduce him! That shouldn't be too hard, right? You're a handsome, strong, and determined man (and quite the prettyboy if you listened to the men at the bar who tried to get with you), of course you could at least shoot your shot! All you had to do was find the man and he was as good as yours!

"Hey! Solly!" You shouted as you finally found Soldier outside. He was sat by the firepit on a rock with... something in his lap. "Whatcha doin?"

Jane seemed confused for a minute, but showed you with pride. "I'm making a new type of ammo for rocket jumps! We can kill double- no, triple the men with these explosives!"

You gestured to the nearby rock before you sat down, curious in Soldier's new invention.

"And how did you manage that?" You genuinely had to ask.

"Gunpowder and stickybombs!"

You gave Soldier a little chuckle as you place your hand on his shoulder with a smile. "Well I admire the ingenuity there, captain." You teased.

"Captain? I am a Major!" Soldier quickly corrected you, he seemed offended that you would ever make such a mistake.

"Right right, my mistake. But it is clever of you." You respond, despite your abject horror of the practical use of such a weapon.

Soldier seemed to stop for a moment as he looked at you- well, at least his head was turned towards you- his mouth slightly agape before he spoke.

"Well-uh, thank you private!"

"So Jane, I was meaning to ask you something while I was here." You started with a deep breath to calm you nerves. "You see-uh, you're a fine soldier and a great guy-"

"Naturally! I've trained for years to be the soldier I am today!" He interrupted.

"Well yes, I know, but that's not why I'm here. I think you're funny and brave and- and super sweet in a sense. I'm just saying that if you were ever willing to get 'busy in the barracks' so to speak, I'd be down."

The tone that Soldier spoke in nearly frightened you in it's deep and earnestness. You had only ever heard him talk to himself in such a manner. Even then, you couldn't make out what he was saying!

"You don't think I'm too stupid?" He asked.

"What? No! Of course not! You're just thinking outside the box! I- do you really think that I'd call you stupid right now?" You spluttered, extremely confused as Soldier twiddled his thumbs together.

"I know what the other soldiers say about me. They're not exactly subtle. I know I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I do try to help us win this war."

"Oh Solly."

You couldn't help but pull him into a deep hug. "I didn't know you cared about that shit everyone said."

"I don't! But it does get a little discouraging when all you hear all day is how crazy you are. I'm not a bumbling idiot or a crazed gunman, I'm a honorable volunteer soldier!" Soldier ranted as he let you hug him. He didn't return the gesture, but the gesture was greatly appreciated nonetheless.

"Right you are, Jane." You agree as you pulled back just enough to face Soldier.

Soldier put his hand on your upper back as you shifted to face the front of him. With another tight hug and various assurances, you would never know the impact of your respect towards Soldier. You did, however, get shown just how touch-starved Soldier was. He jerked back with a clearing of his throat and a sudden shove back.

"Apologies private- I might have gotten a little excited." He mumbled, you could see the blush from underneath his helmet.

God, you couldn't have asked for a better opportunity.

With a greedy smile and a leaning forward, a hand on Jane's thigh, you whispered a proposition- nothing serious, just a little fun between brothers in arms. To your surprise, Soldier nodded slowly.

"What do you want to do, exactly?" Jane asked awkwardly. "I'm not exactly versed in this type of battle."

"No worries Solly, I can handle everything." You assured as your wandering hand moved to Soldier's belt buckle. Deft fingers undid the securing of his trousers before you eagerly mouthed at the erection that pressed against his standard-issue briefs. Soldier gasped above you at the unfamiliar contact and you could just tell that he was never touched like this before. A quick look to Soldier for permission- oh fuck, those eyes were gorgeous. The expression was pure curious arousal and it only spurred you to tongue at the tent before you asked.

"Oh Major, could I do the honors of sucking your dick?" You joked, your voice light and playful. When you noticed the twitch his cock gave at the offer, you assumed that dear old Solly had a thing for being called his "rank".

"Go ahead, private." He responded with a voice tight enough to snap.

That's all you needed before you slid Soldier's dick out of the slit in the briefs and surrounded half the shaft in your warm, wet mouth. You weren't the best at sucking dick, but you knew your way around thanks to your various casual flings with Spy. Soldier was certainly thicker than him, perfect to fill you up.

You sucked and swallowed around the head as your tongue laved over the bottom-side of Soldier's shaft. As you came up for air, you gave Soldier a wink and a chaste kiss to the tip.

"Wow, you're a workout."

"I.. thank you?"

You kissed down the shaft until your nose his his briefs, then tongued your way back up before you started to suck him off again. The little noises of grunting and groaning was all the warning you got as Jane put his hands on the back of your head and pushed you further down onto his cock. You nearly choked at the sudden intrusion of him so far down your throat, but you recovered quickly.

"You're good, private. Is this for special favors or anything? Because with how you're doing right now, I- ah, I might just have to prioritize you." Soldier mumbled breathlessly.

Soldier moved your head up and down, back and forth along the shaft with a quickening motion of labored breaths and various praisings of your dedication and commitment to respecting your superiors. You would have rolled your eyes at the comments, but the feeling of Soldier as he shoved you right against his pelvis as he made the prettiest moans of orgasm was all that flooded your mind. You felt a pang of regret that you couldn't taste his cum as it shot down your throat.

"Oh good God private, you know how to make a man feel good."

You pulled off with a little cough and a smile.

"Thank you, Major."

[daisysmartheart]

jumping on the bandwagon of making a friend guess the mechanisms

for this i had him guess name, instrument, mechanism, and role in crew. some of his answers got mildly raunchy.

jonny:

"jesse, a singer?, eyes, gunman"

nastya:

"mary, guitar of some sort, hmmm that looks like a jacket someone with a prosthetic arm would wear, audio engineer"

ashes:

"jade, keyboard, heart, cook"

Toy Soldier:

"charlie, vvvvocals./???, arm, some type of commander or commisar"

brian:

"jack, drummer, fuck it robot cock, priest"

tim:

"asmongold if he took care of himself, french horn, hand, tinkerer or navigator"

marius:

"darren, guitar of sorts, eye or right arm, some type of weapons guy"

raphaella:

"sarah, strings, wings, some scouting role"

carmilla:

"amber or ruby, mayhaps a woodwind?, none, those are swashbuckler clothes she a swashbuckler"

[theprophetsayeth]

More ideas to my batman AU The Devil in the Knight

A different take on the Joker's backstory.

rough draft

Jason Todd's first night out as the official robin.

Shots were reported around the recently shut down Ace Chemical Factory. Robin is the first at the scene and finds five gunmen chasing after man known as The Red Hood. The Batman and Nightwing aren't responding to back up. Robin is wounded and is cornered by three while the other two chase The Red Hood. Batman and Nightwing arrive in time to save Robin and took the fire away from him. While Batman and Nightwing handled the three gunmen, Robin ran toward the ditch behind the factory where the shots and cries came. The shots went quiet, and Robin thought the worst. However, when he stepped outside in the pouring rain, he discovered the horror of Gotham. The Red Hood had been caught between the overflowed river and the two other gunmen. And instead of shooting him dead, they traded their guns for a crowbar and pipe and beat him into begging. Robin threw a birdarang. It blitzed past one of their ears, catching their attention.

The gunman turned, shot, then saw The Batman and Nightwing approach behind Robin. "Fun time's over, Jack. Let's go." The one with the crowbar pulled off The Red Hood's fractured helmet and-

Bang! Bang!

The man fell into the overflowed ditch. The gunmen fired at The Bat and the birds in their flee. A hand breached out the raging water but Batman and Nightwing didn't notice and went on the pursuit. Robin froze, caught between saving a dead man and punishing the weak. To be a hero or a soldier. The hand reached out again. Jason wanted to save people. That's what heroes do. He dove into the black water. Ignored the eating sting. He swam through filth and murk and reached into Tartarus to catch the sinking man. One armed, with all his little might, he pulled the man toward the breaking moonlight. A hand swooped from the surface and hauled Robin and the man from the water.

But there was no glory in the rescue. Only more horror as the blood drowned the man's cries. His jaw leaned to the side like a drooling red sock. His brains dribbled and his contorted body sizzled white. Robin didn't know what to do. He tried to put a hand over the spilling head, but the man cried hell at a feather's touch. He then took his cape to cover him but remember the sensitivity of his skin. He could only watch and listen to the man howl.

Nightwing returned. The dynamic duo acted. They set the now John Doe into the batmobile while Robin watched and listened. They shot through Gotham to the only Doctor that could save John Doe's life.

"Kill me! Kill ME! It hurts! Please, kill me! Kill me!" John Doe screeched and thrashed all the way there. Robin could only watch and listen despite his eyes closed and Nightwing covering his ears. While Batman stared ahead, unphased, and unsympathetic to his tears.

Ivy's Account

The idea here is Joker taking Ivy hostage as blackmail to get Harley to return something he needed. As they wait for her, and unable to brush him off as usual, Ivy begins to get a heavy sense she and Joker may have met before. She listened to his rhythmical rambles, caught the tune he whistled, and the beat he snapped too. Then he sang and she remembered that night at the Ice Lounge in her partying days.

~

She stood at the bar, eyeing for a pretty cat, when the room darkened and a tall, dark, and handsome boy stepped out on stage. He stunned the crowd when he spoke, a voice so deep and rich it could swoon the angels. He introduced himself by his stage name, Johnny B. Robberts, then sang a ballad of his talent in blues:

Down in the bayou, where the river runs deep, Lived a young boy with dreams, while the gators sleep. He had a voice so pure, like the angels on high, Said goodbye to his mama, with a tear in her eye.

Chorus Oh, he sang with a heart full of fire, Dreaming of Gotham, rising higher and higher. But the Devil heard his song, and he started to scheme, Offered him stardom, in exchange for his dream.

Verse 2 He took a train to Gotham, where the lights shine bright, With his old guitar, and a heart full of fight. On the streets, he sang, caught everyone's ear, But in the shadows, the Devil drew near.

Chorus Oh, he sang with a heart full of fire, Dreaming of Gotham, rising higher and higher. But the Devil heard his song, and he started to scheme, Offered him stardom, in exchange for his dream.

Bridge The Devil whispered softly, "Son, I'll make you a star, You'll have the world at your feet, you'll go far. But when your song is done, and the curtain falls, Your soul will be mine, in the dark, fiery halls."

Verse 3 He sang on every stage, from the big city to the sea, But his heart grew heavy, with what his fate would be. He knew he made a deal, that he couldn't outrun, For when the music stopped, his soul would be done.

Chorus Oh, he sang with a heart full of fire, Dreaming of Gotham, rising higher and higher. But the Devil heard his song, and he started to scheme, Offered him stardom, in exchange for his dream.

Outro Now the bayou whispers of a boy with a song, Who danced with the Devil, and sang all night long. In the depths of hell, where the flames burn bright, You can hear him singin', every lonely night.

Chorus Oh, he sang with a heart full of fire, Dreaming of Gotham, rising higher and higher. But the Devil heard his song, and he started to scheme, Offered him stardom, in exchange for his dream.

Outro In the bayou nights, you can still hear the sound, Of a young boy's dream, now hell bound. With a voice so pure, and a heart so true, Singing forever, in the Devil's blues.

The boy bowed and thanked the cheering crowd. He stepped off the stage and joined The Great and Powerful Oz in his booth. They spoke long and a lot. Then the boy excused himself for a drink. As he waited, Pamela asked, "Did you really make a deal with the devil?"

The boy smiled, "The Devil has always been a sneaky one. He takes the form of many and plays with words with double meanings. But dreams do come at a price."

Pamela recognized that smile well. A smile she put on herself from time to time when things seemed rough. She took his hand and looked into his green eyes. "You're going to be a star, Johnny B. Robberts. With a God-given voice like yours, who needs the devil's help? The Devil only schemes when he's beat."

The bartender came with the boy's drink. The boy took it and smiled at Pamela. A genuine smile with eyes gleaming with new hope. He asked, "What's your name, miss?"

"Pamela Isley."

"Beautiful name. It was nice to meet you, Pamela Isely. Would you like to join me in toasting my name?"

"Of course," she said and raised her glass to meet his. "To Johnny-"

"That's just a stage name. I'd like friends to call me by my real name-"

~

"Jack," Ivy whispered.

Joker paused his whistle. It was the voice he heard before he came to the cruel world. All this time, he wondered why the voice sounded so familiar. He turned and somewhere in the depths of his ever-changing mind, he recognized her face while she knew his. Then he saw her eyes and the disappointment they conveyed. It hurt to see yet he didn't know why.

"Alright, here is your goddam radio!" Harley grunted through the doors, hauling a big radio box. She pushed and pushed until the radio was standing in front of Joker and Ivy. She panted, swiping off the sweat from her forehead. "Gee, what a way to treat a gal."

"I'm treating you by not sending you her head with her middle finger on top!" He shoved past her and inspected his radio box. "Goddam it! You changed the station! You know how hard it is to find the right frequency for the GCPD!"

"Oh my god, I'll find it for you if it'll shut you up!" Harley growled as she untied Poison Ivy.

After being untied, and after two hours of Harley searching for the right frequency, Joker let them go. Poison Ivy stopped at the door and gave Joker one last disappointed look.

"What?" said Joker.

And her words left him cold.

"You were going to be a star."

She joined Harley and off they went. Joker stood there a moment, watching the car screech into a dot in the distance. Her words rang in his madhouse engulfed by his nefarious schemes. They echoed loud. She sounded proud. But now... Joker went to the radio and changed the station then stopped at the crackling sound of a guitar. He sat and listened, muttering unheard songs to the melody.

a little note on Harley, she's undiagnosed and suffers from Anti-social Personality Disorder. She grows an obsession over the Joker as a project that would finally have her recognized. She throws herself into the chemicals to gain a better understanding of Joker when her thesis is proven wrong.

[ae-neon]

Tog chapter 16 and 17

So one of the competitors, a discharged soldier named Sven, tries to run and is killed

Celaena recognises it as a sort of defiance via suicide, similar to her escape attempt in Endovier

Let's not get into why it is understandable and even noble for her and Sven to die this way when she was just talking about how savage it is that the people of the White Fang Mountains died rather than be taken by Ardalan

Why is it so shocking and solemn to Celaena and the other competitors to see Sven die, when literally all of them are murderers? Professional murderers at that. Who are competing to become the number 1 professional murderer??

Why is it so shocking and solemn to Dorian and Chaol when they are hosting the competition??

The king fucked off and apparently Queen Georgina has no clue about any of this (this castle is smaller than Versailles btw, there's no way the Queen doesn't know but wtv) so crown prince, heir to the empire Dorian and captain of the guard Chaol are in charge of the murder competition to find the best murderer...

And they're shook by someone dying...

They live at the top of feudal a society that's actively at war and participating in slavery! Like of fucking course people are dying??

It would have been a good chance to show Dorian and Chaol's pampered and oblivious lives in contrast to Celaena and co's who must live with the reality of this cruel world

But no, sjm has just no sense, everyone is so fucking shook even ardalan's ASSASSIN

noun a person who murders an important person for political or religious reasons. "he was shot dead by an unknown assassin"

Similar: murderer, killer, executioner, gunman, butcher

words have meaning

[scotianostra]

On November 8th 1752, Seumas a’ Ghlinne / James of the Glen was hung at Cnap Chaolis Mhic Pharaig, near Ballachulish.

Seamus a’ Ghlinne mounted the gallows above the narrows at Ballaculish with the reproach of Psalm 35 for his persecutors:

"False witnesses rose; to my charge things I not knew they laid. They, to the spoiling of my soul, me ill for good repaid."

James of the Glen, or just James Stewart — had come there that day to die for the ambush murder of Colin Roy Campbell.

The victim was stock of Clan Campbell, one of the largest Highland clans and one whose loyalties to the Hanoverian kings were being richly rewarded. The Stewarts, who had backed the recent ill-fated Jacobite rebellion in favour of the exiled pretender Bonnie Prince Charlie, were in the opposite predicament.

Colin Campbell was said on that fatal May 14th to be en route to expel the Stewarts from the village of Duror so that Campbells could move in. But even Campbell’s everyday job of extracting resentful rents from estates repossessed from Jacobite sympathizers would have turned many a murderous eye his way.

Someone that day shot Colin Campbell in the back from wooded cover, then vanished, murderous eye and trigger finger and all, never to be never apprehended. So they got James Stewart to answer for it instead. This wasn’t a tragic case of well-intentioned police developing tunnel vision on the wrong suspect so much as repaying tit for tat in a family feud. The trial was held at the Campbells’ Inverary Castle. Its presiding judge was the Campbell alpha male, the Duke of Argyll. Eleven more Campbells sat on Stewart’s jury. But then, from the Campbells’ side, or London’s for that matter, what was to say that this one murder might not be the germ of a new rebellion if not ruthlessly answered?

Still, there was “not a shred of evidence,” says present-day Glasgow barrister John Macauley, “The whole thing from start to finish was a farce.”

James Stewart was, however, the foster father of a man who actually was suspected of firing the shot, Allan Breck Stewart, a former Jacobite soldier who had returned from exile in France to collect rents for the Stewarts. Known to have threatened the Campbells previously, Allan was also tried and condemned to death — but only in absentia, since he suspiciously fled to France immediately after the so-called Appin Murder.

Many years later, Robert Louis Stevenson would use this dramatic crime, and Al(l)an Breck’s flight to safety, in Kidnapped. “I swear upon the Holy Iron I had neither art nor part, act nor thought in it,” Stevenson’s Alan says to the fictional protagonist in the novel, just after both have witnessed the murder.

And in reality, Alan too is thought by those who know the case to be clear of guilt in the matter. The Stewart family reputedly knew all along which of their number was Campbell’s real killer, but refused to give him up and kept the family secret for generations. It’s even said that that man had to be forcibly held down on execution day to prevent him giving himself up.

To judge by the most recent research, that man was likely Donald Stewart, the son of Stewart of Ballachulish and the best shot among a group of several young hotheads who resolved together to slay the Campbells’ hated Factor. The conspiracy also goes as the reason — or at least excuse — for keeping Donald silent, since in giving himself up he might see all four of them to the gallows. The late Lee Holcombe makes a comprehensive case for Donald Stewart as the gunman in the 2004 book Ancient Animosity: The Appin Murder and the End of Scottish Rebellion; Donald Stewart was also fingered publicly in 2001 by a matriarch of the Stewarts of Appin, though others of her family have not publicly confirmed that that’s the secret name.

James Stewart’s decaying corpse remained gibbeted on the spot of his execution for 18 months as illustrated in the pic by the late Andrew Hillhouse, after, a rotting warning to the Stewarts or any late Jacobites. In 1754, a local man called “Daft Macphee” finally tore down the gallows and threw it into Loch Linnhe … but its former position overlooking the modern Ballachulish Bridge is still marked by a mossy stone monument to James of the Glen, “executed on this spot Nov. 8th 1752 for a crime of which he was not guilty.”

The image was commissioned as a book cover for “Grass Will Not Grow on My Grave” by Mary McGrigor. The image was also used on a descriptive panel at the site of James’ execution at Ballachulish. If you stop before the bridge (travelling north) and climb up the footpath where the bridge begins, you will see it.

For the full story on this infamous story check out the link here http://archaeol.wwwnlls6.a2hosted.com/.../James%20of...

[sevinisms]

nip ngahu | stuck with you

pairing: tsu'tey x tayrangi fem!reader

warnings: angst, mentions of violence, mentions of death, mentions of blood, a little swearing

author's note: remember how tsu'tey died in the first movie? no you don't :) part 1/?

FROM THE UNDERBELLY of their ugly metal ships, the sky-people carried out their relentless assault on the ground party below. Spraying bullets at every Na'vi and ikran within shooting range, the humans' objective was abundantly clear: to kill everything in sight.

Tsu'tey launched himself from the back of his ikran and onto one of the ships, sinking an arrow into a soldier's chest before his feet even touched the floor. Tossing the first gunman in his reach overboard, he grabs another, then another, keeping mental score of his kills.

That was three.

He was rushed by a group of them next, unleashing a barrage of assaults. Their combined strength was laughable. Disarming them was easy. Using his bow, he cracked open two of their masks and their bodies crumpled to the floor.

Two more.

Surely, these aren’t their mightiest warriors, he thought. His heartbeat quickened with adrenaline as he hunted for another opponent. There was a flicker of movement in his peripheral and he knew he’d found one. A soldier, crouching behind a crate of boxes fumbling to reload his machine gun. This was almost too easy. Pulling one of his arrows from a dying soldier’s sternum, he repositioned it in his bow and released it with a snap, piercing it through the latter.

One more.

He relished in his kill, unaware of the lone gunman gaining on him from behind. A strained war-cry from the soldier and another round of bullets were sent whistling towards Tsu'tey. He managed to evade the bulk of the crossfire, but not before he felt the stinging pinch of lead sinking into his shoulder, torso, and thigh.

The force from the gunfire was enough to cause imbalance. Launched backwards, Tsu’tey took a single step, the wrong one, and was suddenly in free-fall.

Where anyone else would have prayed or screamed until their lungs gave out, Tsu’tey didn’t bother. Warriors weren’t entitled to much in this life, save for a little pride and just enough years into adulthood to produce an heir. And even these things weren’t promised. Death, on the other hand, was guaranteed.

Tsu’tey had long since made peace with this notion, and found comfort in it, as it meant that his reunion with Sylwanin was also promised. She was closer than ever, as was the forest floor, and with nothing left to do but prepare for the inevitable landing, Tsu’tey closed his eyes, and braced himself for impact.

HARDLY A HEALER, you'd more or less managed to hold the battered Na'vi together long enough to deliver him to Mip'awn; the makeshift command post slash medical station operating from the Tree of Souls.

Upon your arrival, three healers approached your ikran, fervently inquiring the condition of your ward.

He’d worsened considerably since you’d plucked him from the sky. Previously writhing in your arms, hissing orders at you between grit teeth to grant him a ‘warriors death’; a mercy killing, he’d since succumbed to his injuries and was now completely unresponsive.

“He was shot. I tried to stop the bleeding but–” you gestured to the shoddy tourniquets you’d made from bits of your loincloth; tied firmly to his wounds, they were darkening by the second. “I’ve never seen so much.”

“Move child, let me see.”

The healer closest to you, an elder from the Tipani clan, took a moment to poke and prod at the flesh of his cheeks. She examined the color of his gums and his tongue; measured the warmth of his breath and the length, thoroughly searching for signs of life. Unsatisfied with his vitals (or lack thereof), she moved to raise one of his heavy eyelids. Taking note of the yellow eye rolling lazily in its socket, she grunted lowly and returned to her position. You couldn’t gauge her reaction– was that good? Bad? You searched her stoic face for an answer to no avail, although you silently prayed for the former.

“He is unconscious, but still with us.” A wave of her hand and the other two healers removed the warrior from your grasp and onto a stretcher. You watched as they lifted him with a grunt and carried him elsewhere. “He will live.”

“Does that mean that you can heal him?”

“Not I.” The elder woman said. “In matters of the Omatikaya, we let their Tsahìk decide what to do.” Starting after the healers she’d sent away with your rescue, the Tipani healer beckoned you to follow her. “Come. She is this way.”

The healer’s tent was dimly lit and noticeably cramped; virtually packed to the brim with sundry spiritual apparatus and healing materials. What little room was left to move around freely was occupied in part by the massive na’vi you’d collected. You soon learned that he was called Tsu’tey and that he was Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya.

His Tsahìk, Mo’at, worked expertly to repair the sloppy tourniquets you’d made. She criticized their craftsmanship as she undid them and detailed what she would have done differently. Peeling back the stained fabric, Mo’at frowned at the gushing wounds. The spindly woman sat back on her haunches in thought. Her daughter, Neytiri, crouched beside her, cupping a hand to her mother’s shoulder..

“What is it?” She asked. Her voice was barely that of a whisper and already cracking at the anticipation of the unthinkable. “Is he–?”

“No. Not yet,” the healer confirmed. “These injuries are worse than I thought. He has lost too much blood already. Perhaps it would be best,” a pair of cat-like eyes landed on her daughter’s mate– the famed dreamwalker, Jakesuli. “To kill him now so that he can finally rest with the ancestors.”

The Tayrangi clan voiced their dissent in the form hissing and gnashing teeth. Where the Omatikaya found honor in the merciful release of their wounded, the Tayrangi favored rehabilitation and retention in their numbers. Considering the Omatikayan’s preferred method of salvation, it was no wonder their clan was so small.

Unfazed by your clan’s aggressive display, Mo’at continued, “It must be done, Jakesuli. Our Olo’eyktan is weak. He is in no condition to lead the people.” Gesturing to Tsu’tey’s pallid form, she encouraged Jake to unsheathe his knife. Losing color himself, he refused.

“You don’t understand. I can’t– I won’t kill him.”

“You are sad for him.” Neytiri concluded. “Do not be, Ma Jake, for this is the way it has always been done. Since the time of First Songs. It is good–”

“Bullshit!” You interjected.

You’d since resumed your desperate attempt to keep the chieftain alive, as the only qualified healers in the room had resorted to giving pep-talks in the corner. It was maddening; In the time it would take to convince Jake to follow through with the coup de grâce, Mo’at and Neytiri could have done something useful and tended to Tsu’tey. Hell, he wasn’t even your Olo’eyktan and your efforts were more concerted.

“Nothing about…this,” you gestured between them and Tsu’tey. “is good. Have you such little regard for your Olo’eyktan that you’d just let him die?”

“His injuries are too great.” Mo’at answered curtly.

“The Tipani healer said he would live. You didn’t even try–”

“You will be mindful to watch your tongue, girl. I am Tsahìk of this clan, not Artsuk.”

As Toruk Makto, Jake was next in line for leadership and was regarded as such. Considered the provisory chief of the clan, the decision of Tsu’tey’s fate was ultimately his to make. Like the Tayrangi, he didn’t think killing Tsu’tey was right or even a necessary thing to do in this case. In the Marines, he’d seen guys in way worse condition after a war. Bruised, battered, and broken, those guys would do anything to keep in the fight. To live and see another day. Three gunshot wounds to a Na’vi’s massive frame was hardly fatal. Hell, even a human could stomach the injury under the right circumstances.

“You should go elsewhere while we decide what to do.” Mo’at suggested curtly.

“Nah, there’s no need. I’ve already decided.” Jake said finally. He figured there wasn’t much use in the clan losing a seasoned warrior if they didn’t have to. More selfishly, he wasn’t sure that he could stomach the loss of another friend– of another brother. Though he’d certainly have Tsu’tey’s mouth to deal with when he came to, he preferred that over the alternative. “Tsu’tey lives.”

[a-legacy-not-to-be-forgotten]

Some Assorted SequenceShift Fun Facts

I don't have art of this AU just yet and I don't have a specific topic I wanna focus on, so I decided to list some random facts in the AU. Some a bit more important than others.

There is no Barrier in this AU. Rather, instead the Monster Kingdom is a very strictly isolationistic underground country that humans are generally aware of, but absolutely not allowed in. This is due to humans in SequenceShift being a bit weaker and their war with the Monsters being considerably bloodier (well, dustier for the Monsters) on both sides. The current situation is the result of a very rough stalemate following a human occupation of the Underground, though things have died down a tad bit in more modern times.

The order of humans that fell into the Underground is Integrity -> Kindness -> Bravery -> Perseverance -> Patience -> Determination -> Justice

Clover in SequenceShift uses He/They pronouns.

Starlo and Martlet are both trans (Starlo is a Transman and Martlet is a Transwoman).

The current canonical pairings are Starlo x Dalv, Ceroba x Dina, and Moray x Martlet. I'm not against different pairings, though, as long as they aren't overly problematic. Also yeah, Ceroba and Chujin are divorced.

Kanako's 'Flowey' equivalent has been retooled quite a bit. Instead of being a flower again, Kanako is instead a pale fox-like amalgam known as Kit, who can transform into objects at will (referencing shapeshifting kitsune in Japanese folklore).

The Wild East was ravaged by the an unknown gunman sometime in the past. Almost half the town's population was killed and stirred up a lot of anti-human sentiment in the Underground. Currently, the Wild East is mainly a Ghost Town that only really acts as Ranger HQ.

Dina is well known as something of a folk hero along Frostpeak. She's greeted fondly by most of the residents, passes out candy to the kids, and is pretty good friends with Sans and Papyrus.

People say that the Honor Guard and Royal Rangers have a rivalry, but it's an Urban Legend. They generally get along pretty well with one another and the biggest point of conflict is Undyne and Starlo arguing over Anime vs. Westerns. It happens quite a bit.

Axis has both an EX and a NEO form. His EX-form was designed to better protect himself if he ever gets damaged enough. The NEO form basically turns him into a giant war mech, and designed at a time where the Kingdom was considering building robots to fill in the ranks of soldiers. Ceroba was VERY hesitant to approve of this upgrade for Axis and insisted it only be used in the worst case scenarios.

And that's what I got so far. Really loving how this AU is turning out so far.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Damita Menezes at NewsNation:

(NewsNation) — A man who allegedly pointed an AK-47-style rifle through the fence at Trump International Golf Club West Palm Beach on Sunday, while the former president was golfing nearby, has been taken into custody, authorities say. The man, identified to NewsNation by a law enforcement source as Ryan Wesley Routh, 58, is described as a white male. He is believed to be the suspect who was crouched in bushes near the golf club perimeter, armed with a weapon equipped with a scope. Two backpacks and a Go-Pro camera were also found with the firearm near the perimeter from which the suspect had fled. Local authorities said the gunman was about 400 yards to 500 yards away from Trump. Routh was convicted in 2002 of possessing a weapon of mass destruction, according to online North Carolina Department of Adult Correction records.

Palm Beach County State Attorney Dave Aronberg told NewsNation that the suspect was not previously on local law enforcement’s radar. Routh, who reportedly has ties to North Carolina and Hawaii, had made “bizarre” social media posts about Ukraine before the incident. Federal authorities have taken over the case, with Aronberg’s office standing down. The state attorney anticipates Routh will face charges related to domestic terrorism and weapons offenses, though specific charges have not been announced. At approximately 1:30 p.m. local time, authorities received a call reporting shots fired at the golf course where Trump was playing a round of golf. A witness told police the suspect fled the scene in a black Nissan and provided investigators with photos of the suspect’s license plate. Using that photo, authorities say they put out a “a very urgent BOLO (Be On the Lookout) for the suspect’s vehicle and plates. [...]

Routh’s social media posts

Social media posts allegedly belonging to Routh indicate he was a believer in COVID-19 conspiracy theories, and he had posted that he had voted for Trump in 2016 but was disappointed with him after the fact, expressing support for Tulsi Gabbard in various posts. Records show Routh moved in 2018 to Kaaawa, Hawaii, where he and his son operated a company building sheds, according to an archived version of the webpage for the business.

In June 2020, he made a post on X directed at then-President Trump to say he would win reelection if he issued an executive order for the Justice Department to prosecute police misconduct. However, in recent years, his posts suggest he soured on Trump, and he expressed support for President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris. In July, following the assassination attempt on Trump in Pennsylvania, Routh urged Biden and Harris to visit those wounded in the shooting at the hospital and to attend the funeral of a former fire chief killed at the rally. Voter records show he registered as an unaffiliated voter in North Carolina in 2012, most recently voting in person during the state’s Democratic Party primary in March 2024. Federal campaign finance records show Routh made 19 small political donations totaling $140 since 2019 using his Hawaii address to ActBlue, a political action committee that supports Democratic candidates.

Routh’s Ukrainian ties

The New York Times said it interviewed him for a feature on pro-Ukrainian foreign fighters last year. The Times said Routh traveled to Ukraine in 2022 to recruit ex-Afghan soldiers who fled the Taliban to fight for the embattled nation. Routh frequently posted on social media about the war in Ukraine and had a website where he sought to raise money and recruit volunteers to go to Kyiv to join the fight against the Russian invasion.

The 2nd Trump assassination attempt shooter was Ryan Wesley Routh.

Routh has expressed political views across the spectrum, such as COVID conspiracies, support for Ukraine and Taiwan, and backing of Donald Trump in 2016 before turning against him in favor of Tulsi Gabbard in 2020 and this year, a Vivek Ramaswamy/Nikki Haley unity ticket.

See Also:

HuffPost: Authorities Begin Probing Life Of Suspect In Apparent Assassination Attempt Against Trump

The Guardian: Who is the man reportedly detained in the Trump ‘assassination attempt’?

Axios: What we know about the suspect in the Trump golf club shooting incident

[nimrochan]

Reminder that Al Jazeera is a mouthpiece for Hamas and articles from there should NEVER BE TRUSTED. They literally justified the 10/07 attacks, claimed it wasn’t really that bad, and claimed that Israelis shot other Israelis. They also censor Palestinian civilians trying to criticize Hamas.

Hamas proudly filmed themselves shooting people, r*ping women, and killing babies/children. Videos from Israeli soldiers and civilians showed how Hamas mutilated g*nitals on dead bodies and paraded around a stripped body of a woman they had r*ped and shot.

https://www.reuters.com/world/middle-east/israel-shares-video-hamas-gunman-executing-woman-oct-7-2023-11-20/

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/10/23/world/middleeast/israel-hamas-attack-video.html

And here’s audio of a young man giddily calling his dad to tell him about all the Jews he killed.

You cannot be invested in this war and completely ignore one side.