#the city was mostly evacuated after all

[brown-little-robin]

moment of all time...

[sweetnans]

Pairing: Fem reader/Bakugo Katsuki. Tw: Mention of injuries. Some angst with happy ending.

You turned on the TV, lately it was the only thing that could get you out of your head after you (mostly you) and your (ex) boyfriend decided it was better to go separate ways. Gladly, you sat in awe when you watched the main character of your favorite reality show (a guilty pleasure that only Katsuki knew about). You were very attracted by the fights, the plots, the drama, and the challenges.

The male character was about to kiss his enemy, the one and only that sabotage his new cabain made of leaves and branches when the Tv went all black, then the news started.

The helicopter was flying above a big villain who was making the hell of a mess downtown. Dozens of heroes were fighting with their quirks and abilities, trying to put it down, but it seemed like the fight was just in the beginning, and that monster was the kind that need a lot of time to knock down.

"Shit" you whispered to the TV when familiar faces started to appear.

You didn't miss Kirishima's red hair. The man himself was being held by his classmate and friend Todoroki while they slid on ice. Kaminari was there too, putting his electronic devices everywhere near the villain.

Your eyes were darting all over the screen. If you could enter to it to see further, God knows you would. You were looking for him, searching all over the place, discharging everyone who didn't look like him. It was hard. Everything was happening so fast that you were missing everyone you laid your eyes on.

"Dammit, please don't be there, please don't be there..."

It was selfish and unrealistic. Even if he wasn't on duty (like you), he would've run to the scenario, that is why he chose a place near his agency, to be there when he's needed.

Emergency messages started to ring on your electronic devices, the authorities called to an immediate evacuation to the zone.

You were far away. Bakugo made sure of that when he made you look for a place near the coast rather than downtown. You told him that you would be so far from him, and he said he didn't mind taking the subway or calling for a cab.

You were lost in your thoughts when you spotted him, but suddenly the helicopter ended the transmission when it got hit by the villain, and everything went blury. In an instant, you grabbed the television in despair like if holding onto it with that strength would make everything appear again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck"

That's it, fuck the alarms, fuck the commission, you were going in.

You were aware that at least twenty heroes were there and a few more were about to arrive but you couldn't care less, you needed to see him.

You ran to your closet to find your gear when the Tv started the transmission again. You spotted him again, Deku was on his back, laid on the floor with Uravity on his hands. The cameraman zoomed, and it seemed like she was brutally injured but still breathing. Your heart started to beat so fast. He was the first in line, and you knew that his hands were starting to hurt just for the look he had on his face and the little twitch on his left eyebrow.

The back-ups started to appear one by one, some of them on foot, other through the air. Mina bathed the villain in her acid, and it made him go down on his knees. That was a huge help for the ones that couldn't fly. The sparks that you know too well appeared close to the screen. While Bakugo ignited his hands, Deku and Todoroki immobilized the Villain while Sero caged him with his tape, Creati appeared out of nothing and started tossing granades that exploded against the villain's body, penetrating through the thick layers of his skin. The villain fell right after.

Everybody cheered, they have reporters in different places along the city, recording the reaction of the people who were gathered watching the fight.

On the other hand, the heroes...

They. Were. Beated.

And you were on your knees right in front of the TV, processing everything that could've happened but didn't. Tears started to fall down your cheeks.

You hated what you were feeling. You didn't want to be that kind of person. The kind that realizes what could have lost once you can't have it anymore. He was a fucking person for God's sake and you played with him just because you were scared and now you were mourning something that didn't happened.

You wanted to be there every time he gets home all messy and full of scratches, you wanted to sooth him, to hold him and let him know that everything will be okay, you didn't want to experience anything like this again, not being all alone.

Instead of your gear, you fetched your keys and started to hyperventilate.

What would you say when you see him?

What were you going to do if he hates you?

What if it's too late?

You wanted to apologize for being a coward. You wanted to tell him that you loved him. You wanted to be his again.

You hated yourself for the time you lost with him, but you would hate yourself even more if you didn't try.

You avoided the news and social media. You knew that at least the fourth part of the heroes ended up hospitalized, but you were optimistic. Your guts told you that he was safe and sound in his place, and you wanted to believe that for his (and your) own good.

The time you spent on the cab was infinite. You have done the same path at least a hundred times, but the traffic was horrible because of what happened, and the shortcuts that the drive had to take ended up being even longer.

In an hour or so, you were on the entry of his building. You were bold enough to assume that he would go to his place instead of the agency. Didn't know if that was the most clever thing to do knowing him like you do.

The man on the entry desk greeted you like you never stopped coming, and that was like a pat on the back to keep going. You made it to the elevator even though you hated closed spaces like that and used to avoid them when you were all by yourself. But you lost an hour on the way here. You weren't wasting any more time.

The bell on his door was broken, and he didn't want to fix it because it was too annoying, his words, so you knocked, one, two, three times.

The door opened, not even a minute after the third knock, and Katsuki came into sight with a towel on his hand and his hair wet. He loved to come home after a rough day and jump to his beloved shower.

"Hi" you said, short of breath.

"Hey" He greeted like he wouldn't believe like you were there.

God. This was the first time you saw it after the breakup. First time in a month, and he looked exactly the same as the day you met him.

"I took the elevator," you explained, looking back to the metal box.

"Yeah?" He looked right above you and leaned in the door frame." It didn't seem like it"

Your chest was rising and falling fast.

"Are you going to...

"I'm sorry, I'm the most stupid person you will ever meet." You interrupted him, and he stared at you trying to figure you out like you were some kind of puzzle.

Silence. He stared at you in complete silence. It was a bad idea after all.

Everybody knows him for being this mess of a person who always says what's on his mind no matter if he's being an asshole or not, no matter if he has earned some kind of trust with you, no matter if you even met him. So, being quiet like that wasn't a good omen.

You shook your head, and your right hand went straight to cover your face. You were an idiot, but you couldn't help it. At least you tried.

Your hand didn't even get to touch your face when he wrapped around his fingers and pulled you to his chest.

The warmth that you felt was immediate.

"I fucking missed this" he said lower, just for you to hear.

"I fucking missed you" you complete while your nose scrunched against his chest. The smell and softness of his t-shirt invaded your senses. "I know I can live without you but I don't want to do it anymore"

You looked up, and he was looking down to you. His lips were firmly shaped in a line, but his crimson eyes were full of hope and happiness.

"Yeah, cut that shit, you ain't going anywhere any time soon," He whispered.

You let a laugh out and noticed the little scratches he had all over his face. He noticed how your eyebrows knitted together and showed you a grin.

"Don't ruin the moment," He warned you jokingly.

"I'm sorry, man, but I will," Kirishima emerged out of nowhere and pointed at you. "THAT was manly, not like you, Bakubro, weeping all over the agency with her number on your phone screen, but too coward to hit the button, she just crossed the entire town to say that she's sorry. SHE EVEN TOOK THE ELEVATOR! Do you know how's the traffic out there? Mina is still on the cab she took thirty minutes ago, and she was just four blocks from here.

"Shut up shitty hair, no one asked your fucking opinion" He separated from you to face his friend but never let go. His arms were still on your back, tracing patterns up and down.

"It's not an opinion. It's a fact," shouted Kaminari from the room upstairs.

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[1mlei]

An unknown entity is tormenting a city (Gotham, Metropolis, etc, doesn't matter) and at this point nearly the entire Justice League is on location. And they are loosing, badly. The flaming green robot should have been easy enough for the entire JLA to take out, but none of their attacks have any effect, they can't even touch the robot, who is capable of devastating amounts of destruction. At this point the heroes have shifted their focus to rescue and evacuation efforts, while the JLD members present are scrambling to figure out how the hell to fight a being from the Infinite Realms. The idea of summoning someone from the Realms to help is brought up but ultimately dismissed as an absolute last resort, the risk of summoning something even worse being too great.

The robot is hovering in the sky, his mechanical face somehow morphed into a mocking grin as he looks down at the heroes. His arms morph into massive blasters, and the heroes hurry to get the area as clear as possible, then brace for impact. Except, nothing happens. And then, a loud metallic clang sounds. On the ground in front of the heroes lies the body of the robot, or what remains of it after falling 50 feet. They notice it's missing it's head. As the heroes look up to where the robot had been hovering a moment ago, they see a person flyi- no, just standing there. A regular looking kid with black hair, wearing an oversized ghostbusters hoodie and jeans, is standing on the roof right behind where the robot had been hovering. But what everyone can't help but focus on, is the decapitated head of the robot he's holding upside down in his hands.

Everyone there stares at the kid in... relief? trepidation? Mostly in disbelief, they watch as the kid looks at the head in his hands (there's a small flicker of something bright green sticking out of it) then down the side of the building at the body below. The kid lets out a pleased hum that is only audible to those with super-hearing, then turns around and walks out of sight.

The heroes are quickly snapped out of their trance and all hurry to get up to the roof, but in the 0.2 seconds it took them to get there the kid had disappeared, robot head gone with him.

They are later unable to find any clear footage of the kid, or any other clues on how to find him, he's simply vanished without a trace. .....

Danny had been busy studying for an upcoming exam, when he was rudely interrupted by Skulker being annoying outside. Phasing through his wall and invisibly flying over to take a look he finds several city blocks that have been levelled to the ground, and a Skulker hovering in the sky grinning down at his handiwork as if he's done something special. Danny is frustrated at being interrupted for this, and doesn't have time for a long, drawn out battle right now, so he lands on the roof behind Skulker and walks up to him silently. He quickly grabs the head of Skulker's suit and yanks, effectively decapitating him and making the body of the suit fall down on the ground. He checks to make sure that Skulker's actual blob of a body is in the head, then that the suit on the ground is fully powered down. Satisfied, he hums and walks away, turning invisible once more and flying back to his apartment, where he puts Skulker in a thermos for a time-out. Then he sits back down and begrudgingly opens his textbook to where he left off, unaware of the heroes collectively having a breakdown.

[sayruq]

Here's more of what's been happening on the ground. (Once again I'm not an expert in war).

Palestinian fighters are still waging war on the state of Israel

It is clear that Hamas and other groups have access to anti aircraft weaponry and long range missiles, partly from looting Israeli bases but partly from (and this is unconfirmed) from the Russia-Ukraine war. It's not unexpected for weapons to end up smuggled into other countries during a war.

On the other hand, Israel went from swearing it would invade Gaza on the ground to doing just about anything but that

It's understandable why Israel would hesitate even with its 300,000 strong army

IDF is made up of mostly conscripted soldiers who normally act as civilians once they've served their 2.5 year mandatory conscription. Not only that, IDF acts more like a police force than an army. Its soldiers simply don't have the training or mentality to fight militia groups in their home turf.

America itself doubts its capabilities no matter how it words it. This is a country that has yet to win against a guerilla army so it has experience when it comes to this

Edit:

Edit 2: above Hamas states the obvious

In my previous post I highlighted how disorganised the Israel military was in response to Operation Flood Al Aqsa.

This hasn't changed in the days. Israel is behaving more like a cornered animal lashing out than the so called 'strongest army in the Middle East.'

It has been dropping bombs on Syria, Lebanon and Egypt aimlessly, more out of anger than calculated strategy

Its efforts to pushing back against the Palestinian militia isn't going well either

in addition to naked, barbaric cruelty towards Gaza because it is not producing results elsewhere

The tweet below is important as Russia is an Israeli ally. The Israeli right wing has been very favourable towards Putin, even willing to disagree with the US and EU policies on Russia. However Israel repeatedly bombing Syria is quickly souring Russia on the country. While Putin doesn't want to go against Israel at this point, he has become increasingly critical of the country in the past couple of days.

Saudi went from making a half-hearted 'both sides need to stop statements to cutting ties with Israel (ties Israel and America have worked very hard to form) to outrightly condemning Israel's treatment of the people of Gaza.

Naturally, with all of this happening, Israel has responded, not with ceasing the bombardment of Gaza, but by killing and assaulting journalists covering the genocide.

so that it could committ war crimes without it being documented and seen by the world. War crimes such as announcing that they'd bomb a hospital in Gaza and giving doctors and nurses just hours to evacuate their patients.

This, btw, is part of the reason they cut electricity so that Palestinians can't post their own genocide on social media. Israel brutality is costing them allies but they have no intention of stopping.

Despite all of this, there has been a great deal of support for Palestinians globally

In short, this war is not going the way Israel thought it would. They didn't crush Hamas and the other Palestinian military groups immediately after the battle of Re'im. In fact, they're still struggling against those groups right now. They've been humiliated in front of the world after being revealed to be paper tigers and as such, they're going after Palestinian civilians in increasingly horrific ways.

The Palestinian resistance is still optimistic and they're still carrying out their plan. There's still hope for a future without apartheid.

[radiance1]

A Dp x Dc idea that isn't Danny-centric!? Say it ain't so!

So I think that this'll be a relatively short one but anywho.

Pariah Dark forcing the entirety of Amity Park into the ghost zone did not come without consequences, even with the ghost shield the Fenton's put over the town.

Said consequences come in the form of the entire basically becoming a ghost portal in and of itself. It mostly happened slowly over time, with the town experiencing quakes that spread quakes that lead to the Ghost Zone.

Everyone had to evacuate when it got really bad, well, mostly everyone. You see, Sam didn't want to leave Amity Park at all so he tried to find ways to convince her parents to let her stay even if said city was basically crumbling.

Then she had an idea.

What if she became one of Undergrowths allogenes? (taken from genshin impact)

So she persuaded (read: bullied) Danny into taking her to him so they could make a deal and let her stay in Amity. Undergrowth was surprisingly accommodating to the both of them, what with Danny becoming the new Ghost Prince and Sam already leaving a good impression on him.

He gave her a task, take this seed and place it within the middle of Amity Park and watch over it until it fully grows, then, and only then, will he accept her as one of his allogenes.

So Sam very obviously took said seed, said yes, and went to plant it.

The center of Amity Park was basically a giant ghost portal, it was small, at first. But with each and every quake it expanded and expanded until it couldn't be ignored anymore, so after Danny and Sam got back and went to it, Sam just dropped the seed in the middle of it and watched it sink.

Luckily Overgrowth gave her a proper method she should follow to ensure its growth, at the very least.

It took 4 years for the seed to grow, 4 years of relative isolation for Sam. Danny was usually busy with High Prince duties, what with being summoned and the likes, while Tucker was busy with taking over the outside world.

They still made time for her however.

When it grew Undergrowth gave her praise, not many would willingly keep themselves in isolation to grow an interdimensional seed from the other world. Such, he made do on his promise and gave Sam a portion of his powers, turning her into one of his allogenes.

He did however tell her that she was only Allogene he's ever had in multiple eons. Some of them chose to reenter the reincarnation cycle, while others sacrificed themselves for the greater good and such, some of them among the living are still alive, however, so they should be at least, vaguely aware of her existence.

Sam trained her new powers, familiarizing herself with them until it was as easy as breathing, which took a few months of non-stop training. Thankfully her new stamina is leaps beyond that of her previous human self. Eventually, she was even able to create a few lotus' that acted mostly as transport around the giant ghost portal.

Oh yea, did I mention that the Ghost Portal expanded enough to take over all of Amity Park? Well, a few buildings here and there stilled survived, mostly like small islands but still.

So Sam was living a pretty fine life, all things considered. Her days were very peaceful, tending to a few plants here and there, taking care of the giant tree that sprouted from the seed she grew, training her powers and talking to Danny and Tucker whenever they dropped by.

It was repetitive, but a nice one.

Then her daily cycle was interrupted by people claiming to be the Justice League, and she honestly did not have a clue as to who they are. She didn't really keep up with the news after planting the seed, or the outside world at all for that matter, the only one she regularly kept in contact with was Tucker.

She thought back on, and Tucker did mention them once or twice. Mostly painting them as irritating individuals yet worthy of respect, not that she knew why but she wasn't going to just let them step in here regardless. It's pretty rude to just step into someone's home without permission, no?

[workersolidarity]

[ 📹 Scenes from Khan Yunis, where the friends and family of Palestinian journalist Muhammad Abu Dakka retrieve his body from Nasser Hospital after he was targeted in an Zionist army airstrike. ]

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GAZA DAY 297: PALESTINIAN CHILD DIES OF STARVATION, TURKIYE WARNS IT COULD ENTER INTO WAR AGAINST THE ISRAELI OCCUPATION, GENOCIDE CONTINUES AS DOZENS MORE KILLED

On 297th day of the Israeli occupation's ongoing special genocide operation in the Gaza Strip, the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) committed a total of 3 new massacres of Palestinian families, resulting in the deaths of no less than 39 Palestinian civilians, mostly women and children, while another 93 others were wounded over the previous 24-hours.

It should be noted that as a result of the constant Israeli bombardment of Gaza's healthcare system, infrastructure, residential and commercial buildings, local paramedic and civil defense crews are unable to recover countless hundreds, even thousands of victims who remain trapped under the rubble, or whose bodies remain strewn across the streets of Gaza.

Turkiye must be “very strong so that Israel can’t do these things to the Palestinians,” Turkish President Recep Tayyip Erdogan told AKP Party officials in a speech on Sunday night, implying a threat to the Israeli occupation, according to the Hebrew media.

“Just as we entered [Nagorno-]Karabakh, just as we entered Libya, we might do the same to them. There is nothing we can’t do. We must only be strong.”

Further, Turkiye's Foreign Ministry said on Monday that "just as the end of the genocidal Hitler came, so too will be the end of the genocidal (Israeli occupation Prime Minister Benjamin) Netanyahu."

"Just as the genocidal Nazis were held accountable, those who seek to destroy the Palestinians will also be held accountable,” the Turkish Foreign Ministry said in a statement.

"Humanity will stand with the Palestinians. You will not be able to destroy the Palestinians," it added.

Similarly, Turkish Foreign Minister Hakan Fidan posted on the social media platform X, "our President has become the voice of humanity's conscience."

"Those who seek to silence this just voice, especially international Zionist circles including Israel, are in a state of great panic," Fidan said, adding that "history has ended the same way for all genocidal perpetrators and their supporters," he added.

The comments came after Israeli Foreign Minister Israel Katz insulted Erdogan on X, and appeared to make threats against the Turkish President.

Turkiye's head of Communications wrote on X that those who threaten the Turkish President "do so at their own peril," and accused the Israeli occupation of "ongoing genocide in Palestine."

In other news on Monday, July 29th, thousands of Palestinians were once again displaced from the Al-Bureij Refugee Camp, in the central Gaza Strip, as well as its outskirts, after the Israeli occupation army ordered their evacuation in preperation for ethnic cleansing operations in the camp.

Witnesses reported seeing thousands of citizens fleeing their homes from various areas of the Bureij Camp, most of whom headed towards the cities of Deir al-Balah and Al-Nuseirat.

According to local reporting, the Zionist army ordered the evacuation of citizens from Al-Bureij Refugee Camp and the Al-Shahuda areas in blocks 660, 661, 2220, 2225, and 2348.

For several months now, the Israeli occupation army has repeatedly ordered Palestinians to leave their homes for southern Gaza, claiming that they are "humane and safe," while forcing families into cramped, densely populated tent cities, along with UNRWA Schools and other public facilities before bombing those areas randomly and intermittently, while citizens starve and encounter disease.

In the latest example of the catastrophic and inhumane conditions in Gaza, medical sources announced on Monday, a 6-year-old child named Ali Anas Al-Tatar died as a result of starvation and dehydration at Al-Ahli Baptist Hospital in Gaza City.

This brings the total number of victims to succumb to famine in the Gaza Strip to 39.

Back in May, the head of the United Nations World Food Programme (WFP) declared the northern Gaza Strip to be in a "full blown famine."

"It's a horror," Cindy McCain, who leads the WFP, said on NBC's Meet The Press. “There is famine — full-blown famine — in the north, and it’s moving its way south.”

Meanwhile, the horrors the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) inflict on the Palestinian population of Gaza continued.

In one of many examples, Zionist army warplanes bombed a residential house belonging to the Abu Muslim family in the city of Khan Yunis, in the southern Gaza Strip, killing 10 Palestinian civilians who were transported to Nasser Hospital in the city.

Occupation forces also targeted a gathering of civilians in the Al-Sikka area of Khan Yunis, resulting in the deaths of three Palestinians.

Similarly, on Sunday evening, occupation aircraft bombed a residential house in the Al-Sabra neighborhood, south of Gaza City, killing three civilians, and wounding several others, including women and children.

Occupation soldiers went on to burn civilian homes in the Al-Nuseirat Camp, in the central Gaza Strip, while Zionist soldiers also detonated residential homes and buildings in the Tal al-Hawa neighborhood, southwest of Gaza City.

Additionally, occupation drones opened fire with live bullets on Al-Sina'a and Al-Maghribi Streets, south of Gaza City.

The horrors continued on Monday when Zionist artillery shelling targeted the Abu Hamid roundabout east of Khan Yunis, in southern Gaza, killing 5 Palestinians and wounding a number of others.

Occupation forces continued to detonate civilian homes and residential buildings in the town of Al-Qarara, north of Khan Yunis, while also shelling the Sheikh Al-Nasser neighborhood in central Khan Yunis.

Local civil defense and paramedic crews reported the recovery of 3 martyrs from the Al-Sabra neighborhood, south of Gaza City as a result of occupation artillery shelling several days ago.

Throughout the day, IOF artillery shelling targeted the Tal al-Hawa neighborhood, southwest of the city, while occupation warships shelled the coast of Gaza City.

At the same time, Zionist warplanes and artillery shelling continue pummeling the Al-Bureij Camp, while the occupation army is also shelling the Nuseirat Camp, as well agricultural lands in the vicinity of the mills south of Deir al-Balah.

As the day continued, the Palestinian Red Crescent Society (PRCS) reported recovering the bodies 5 Palestinians killed after occupation fighter jets bombed a gathering of civilians in the vicinity of Al-Firdaws School, west of Rafah, in Gaza's South.

Following that, occupation aircraft bombed another residential home in the Al-Sabra neighborhood, injuring 4 Palestinians.

Meanwhile, IOF warplanes bombed a civilian residence in the Tal al-Hawa neighborhood, south of Gaza City, killing one resident and wounding another.

The Israeli occupation army also detonated an entire residential block in the Block-12 area of the Bureij Camp.

On Monday evening, occupation artillery shelling targeted a residential apartment near Al-Wahda Tower in the Al-Nasr neighborhood of Gaza City, resulting in the deaths of three Palestinians and wounding several others.

Then at dawn on Tuesday, Zionist army fighter jets bombed a residential house in the town of Abasan Al-Jadida, east of Khan Yunis, killing several civilians and wounding others.

Occupation warplanes also bombed the Church of Saint Porohyrius, which houses displaced Palestinian families, injuring a number of civilians.

Similarly, occupation artillery forces shelled in the vicinity of the Al-Awda Schools that also shelter displaced civilians, while occupation aircraft bombarded a house in the Jorat Al-Lot area, east of Khan Yunis.

Also in Khan Yunis, Israeli occupation forces bombed a house near the Al-Salam Mosque in the Tahlia area, east of the city.

Just prior to midnight, Zionist aircraft bombed a house again in the Tal al-Hawa neighborhood of Gaza City, as well as the Friend's Building in the Ansar area, southwest of the city, leading to the injury of several civilians, including women and children.

As a result of the Israeli occupation's ongoing war of extermination in the Gaza Strip, the death toll now exceeds 39'363 Palestinians killed, including at least 10'300 women and more than 15'700 children, while another 90'923 others have been wounded since the start of the current round of Zionist aggression, beginning with the events of October 7th, 2023.

This brings the total casualty count to more than 130'286, or the equivalent of 5.66% of Gaza's 2.3 million Palestinian residents.

July 30th, 2024

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[justinspoliticalcorner]

Gabe Fleisher at Wake Up To Politics:

A few weeks ago, after CNN published its bombshell report about North Carolina Lt. Gov. Mark Robinson, I was texting with a friend. Rumors had been flying around the political world all day about what the report would bring. Now that it had arrived, my friend told me he was unimpressed; it wasn’t as earth-shattering as he’d been expecting. “One day, when your grandchildren ask you what American politics was like in 2024,” I responded, “you can tell them that we learned a gubernatorial candidate called himself a Nazi on a porn website, and your initial response was to shrug.” [...]

The U.S. is currently grappling with two major hurricanes at once — trying to prepare for one while still recovering from the damage of the other. The latter, Hurricane Helene, was the deadliest hurricane to hit the mainland U.S. since Katrina in 2005. More than 200 people have been killed, mostly in North Carolina, but also in Georgia and South Carolina as well. Entire towns in western North Carolina were leveled; some residents have now gone more than a week without running water.

The former, Hurricane Milton, is expected to make landfall in Florida tonight. Forecasters suggest that it could hit Tampa Bay, which was also impacted by the devastation of Helene but has not been in the direct path of a hurricane since 1921. The city is considered uniquely vulnerable to natural disaster; analysts are already predicting damage upwards of $50 billion. Local, state, and federal officials have been pleading with anyone in Milton’s path to evacuate immediately. “I can say this without any dramatization whatsoever: If you choose to stay in one of those evacuation areas, you are going to die,” Tampa Mayor Jane Castor said on CNN earlier this week.

“Several years ago I asked [the National Hurricane Center] to show me what the worst case storm hitting Florida would look like,” Sen. Marco Rubio (R-FL) posted on X. “What they showed me back then is almost identical to the #Milton forecast now.” With both storms hitting the U.S. only weeks before a heated presidential election, it is not shocking that they has quickly been sucked into the political discourse. America has a long history of election-year disasters becoming talking points on the campaign trail, from Hurricane Andrew hurting George H.W. Bush in 1992 to Hurricane Sandy boosting Barack Obama in 2012. But the responses to Helene and Milton have been marked by something new: an unprecedented flood of misinformation and conspiracy theories. Don’t take it from me. Take it from FEMA Administrator Deanne Criswell, who told reporters on a Tuesday conference call that the misinformation surrounding these two hurricanes has been “absolutely the worst I have ever seen.”

Many of the false claims have come directly from Republican presidential nominee Donald Trump, who has claimed that: the Biden administration is “going out of their way to not help people in Republican areas” (GOP governors have said otherwise); that “Kamala spent all her FEMA money, billions of dollars, on housing for illegal migrants” (FEMA’s congressionally-appropriated program to help local governments house migrants is completely separate from FEMA’s disaster relief funds); and that “we give foreign countries hundreds of billions of dollars and we’re handing North Carolina $750” (that is merely the amount of aid made available to hurricane victims immediately; over the long run, victims can receive up to tens of thousands of dollars in support). A slew of Trump allies, including X owner Elon Musk, have amplified several other conspiracy theories online. But the prize for Biggest Whopper goes to Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-GA), who posted — on her official congressional account — this week: “Yes they can control the weather.” The supposed “they” was not immediately identified, although Greene previously suggested in 2018 that California wildfires that year were caused by space lasers linked to the Rothschilds, a prominent Jewish family that has long been the subject of antisemitic conspiracy theories. (Greene posted again about “lasers controlling the weather” this week.) In recent weeks, Hurricanes Helene and Milton have sparked a flurry of antisemitic attacks against Jewish officials involved in the response, including claims that they created the disasters.

In her initial post, Greene attached a video of former CIA Director John Brennan discussing geoengineering, an umbrella term for scientific research into manipulating climate systems in order to mitigate the effects of climate change. Geoengineering remains largely theoretical; it is not possible to geoengineer a hurricane, and the technology has no connection to anything that happened with either Helene or Milton. “Climate change is the new Covid,” Greene asserted in another message. “Ask your government if the weather is manipulated or controlled. Did you ever give permission to them to do it? Are you paying for it? Of course you are.”

Other right-wing influencers advanced the argument. “The weather can and is being manipulated,” Georgia Republican Party official Kandiss Taylor posted to her nearly 60,000 X followers, adding: “[Georgia] voting has been compromised and don’t know if we will be able to get all our early voting days in. Now, a hurricane is coming straight for Florida. These two states are necessary for a Trump victory! No coincidence.” Taylor’s message has received more than 3 million views on X. The theories became popular enough in right-wing circles that Rep. Chuck Edwards (R-NC), who represents Asheville and most of western North Carolina (the area hit hardest by Helene), issued a press release on Tuesday to reassure his constituents of the falsity of various claims. Near the top of the list? “Nobody can control the weather,” he wrote. The statement, in its entirety, is a fascinating historical document — showing the types of claims that a Republican congressman felt he needed to fact-check in 2024, partially due to misinformation spread by his own colleagues and his party’s presidential candidate.

This piece in Wake Up To Politics by Gabe Fleisher is a must-read on the misinformation/disinformation crisis regarding Hurricanes Helene and Milton, thanks to Donald Trump and MAGA-aligned figures (especially in the right-wing media apparatus).

See Also:

MMFA: On The Victory Channel's FlashPoint, pro-Trump prophets suggest Hurricanes Helene and Milton are “spiritual” and that “God did say in the prophecies that these storms would be sent to interrupt the flow of our election process”

[ornii]

|| My Kind of Crazy: 2 ||

(Sorry for taking so long for Part 2!)

Part 2: Tension (mostly Sexual, Totally diagnosed by a Real licensed Therapist.)

The Squad mount up in the Helicopter and all are strapped down and in, Red Sits between Harley and Boomerang and Flag waits. Someone else finally arrives as well, a woman. Dawning a mask and a mysterious katana.

“You're late. This is Katana. She's got my back. She can cut all of you in half with one sword stroke, just like mowing the lawn. I would advise not getting killed by her. Her sword traps the souls of its victims.” He explains, Red Hood eyes the woman, Harley extends her hand.

“Harley Quinn. Nice to meet ya. Love your perfume. What is that? The stench of death?” She smiled, Katana turned to Flag and sat next to him.

“She seems nice. Harley whispers to Red Hood, who tries to ignore Harley. Harley turns around and looks out the window.

“Ooh. Look at the pretty lights! Are you guys seeing this?” She said, Red Hood decides why not and also looks, it was black clouds, gathering nearby a square and lighting surging through it, this was bad.. very bad.

“What happened?” Deadshot turned to Flag.

“Terror attack. Dirty bombs, bad guys shooting up the place with AKs. You know, usual shit.” He said, but Flint can see though the lie, and they argue.

“Right. Yeah, you're a bad liar. I don't know if they told you, but I'm a hitman. I'm not a fireman. I don't save people.” Flint shrugs and Flag calls him out.

“Anything for a dollar, right?”

“You know the dark places, too. Don't act like you don't.”

“I'm a soldier! And you're a serial killer who takes credit cards. When the shooting starts, and it will, you'll cut and run.” Flag glares at Deadshot, Red Hood turned back to his seat. “That isn’t a terrorist attack.. you’re probably a good soldier, terrible liar.”

Bullets tear though their hull, someone down on the ground fires at them, killing the pilot and forcing the helicopter to spiral.

“Six-one is going down. Six-one is going down hard!” The vehicle crashes and begins to flip, Red Grips the seat and holds himself tight. The helicopter finally halts down and the second carrier lands and soldier flood put to assist the living crew. The S.S and Flag somehow survive with minimal damage. Red Dusts himself off and looks around, city’s evacuated. This definitely isn’t a terrorist attack, something much darker is happening.

They begin to walk though the empty street, Red taking long looks around to figure out what’s going on, before he can, he hears shouting from behind. Turning around he gripped his pistols and watched as Katana Held Boomerang by her sword, Slipknot trying to grapple and rappel away. Flag shook his head and tapped the device on his wrist, and Slips head went splat, exploding. His corpse hangs on one of his grappling hooks. A grim reminder of just how quickly his life can end.

“You wanna keep playing the Hollywood Squares version of "I'll Blow Your Fuckin Head Off"?” Flag looks at the other inmates, all silent. “You next, Deadshot?” Flags attention turns to Deadshot, who points at him. “You just threatened me? Oh, yeah. He just threatened me.”

They all continue to walk. Deadshot, Red Hood and Harley in a trio.

“All right, I'm gonna kill him.” Deadshot grumbled.

“Well, you better make it quick 'cause he's gonna kill all of us one by one.” Harley adds in.

“I'm gonna drop him, the sword lady, five or seven of these SEALs. After that, I'm gonna need some help. You down?” He asked, and Red cuts him off. “Ain’t gonna work.”

“Why not?” Deadshot replies, Red Rubs the chin of his mask Coyly. “Well.. if only had to guess, Waller isn’t the type to leave well enough alone. You kill Flag and make a break for it, she’ll probably pop your head before you reach a block. She probably has a detonator too. Watching our every move. Red Hood explained, and Deadshot stopped him from walking further.

“You seem real calm, like you already got a plan..”

“I do.. If the HVT is who I think it is, we just have to bide our time. Keep your head on your shoulders and you’ll be fine. But I can’t say that for everyone.” Red picks up the pace and walks, they cut to another block and down a collapsed street. Flag and his men move forward and take a firing line behind a police vehicle, The Squad post up behind them a few feet back, watching. Flag gives an order and a large portion of soldier split off into the alley nearby, leaving him and a few men.

“Hey. I like these odds, mate. You just say the word.” Boomerang eyes Deadshot

“Yeah, uh... Hold that thought.” Red Walks forward to see what they’re focusing on, using his helmet he activates detective mode, standing against Flags men was a soldier who looked, not human. His body oozing black liquid and his head now nothing but eyes, glaring.

“Hm.. Terrorists, right?” Red sarcastically asked Flag, who didn’t say anything. Deadshot approaches too, looking and whatever this was.

“The hell are they?”

“You cut and run, I'll blow your head off.” With a scream a chunk of the charge at the soldiers and squad and the red hood attacked, his duel pistols tearing through the stone like heads of the former soldiers. A trained soldier by Batman made easy work crushing them.

After pinning one down with a judo throw and planting a slug in their face, Red Looks up to see Flag being dragged off by four of the stone monsters, he aimed his handgun and was cut off by one dropping down onto him, his chest clams against the hard asphalt, before Red can counter, a pair of sneakers was near his face, all he heard was a grunt, swing and stone hitting the ground. He pushed the dead soldier off him to Harley toying with her bat, she turns to Flag.

“Good riddance. Am I right?” She smirks at Red, who shook his head and loaded his pistol.

“He dies, we die!” He screamed, she rolls her eyes and the two storm over, laying fire and death on the stone soldiers. Flag looked up as they help him.

“Thanks—“ He starts

“Go Fuck yourself.” Red walks off, ready to lay more fire down. But he didn’t need to, he and many others watched Deadshot mow down soldier after soldier with pin point precision. Dropping the one at a time until they all lie there full of bullets. Deadshot drops down back to the crew, walking past Flag.

“That's how I cut and run.” Deadshot catches up to Harley and Red, as he leans against a car with his arms folded, watching Harley bash in the skull of whatever these monster soldiers were.

“Having fun?” He asked Sarcastically.

“Yeah.. good stress relief.. you should try it..” Harley smashes another head.

“No im good, trying to not be a full blown psychopath id rather just watch you go crazy.” He replies, Harley stoped mid swing and turned to him with a smile.

“Oh, you don’t want to smash heads in.. but there is something I know you can~” she mocked him, which had a flirtatious tone. She stopped her swinging and approached, leaning into his helmet slightly.

“Let me guess, you wear the mask as some type of symbol against the world that’s wronged you, and you do that… by killing bad guys?” She asked.

“I kill because heroes are too weak willed to put the dogs down.”

“But if you kill like they do, makes you just as bad.” Harley finds the perfect flaw in his logic.

“It makes the world a better place.” He retorts and Harley giggled, “A Sociopath with a Savior Complex, original.”

“I am nothing like any of you..” he thought, Harley can see the gears turning in his head. She smirked, and leaned in past his helmet. “Well.. if you want we can sneak away and you can show me just how different you are—“

“E-E-Excuse me?” He stammered slightly, Harley shrugged. “It seems like you have a lot of repressed sexual tension that you need to release, and I.. also might have ulterior motives but, a wins a win right?” Harley poked his chest, and she bats her psychotic eyes, she’s crazy, his type of crazy.

“Hey. Hey, come on.” Deadshot frowns, Harley moves away from (Y/n), who was trying to play it cool under his helmet. Harley kicks the corpse.

“What? I saw it move. See? It flinched. I think. Red agrees with me, right?” Harley kicks the corpse again, Red looked at the corpse in more detail and saw something that began to set more in motion, a dog tag. He shook his head and Approached Flag. “What are they?” He said, in a slight growl.

“I don't know.”

“Bullshit. We’re shooting soldiers, your soldiers.. aren’t we?” Red said, Flag for in the face of red who wasn’t backing down. And he heard Croc’s growl. Flag backs up and walks, “We got a job to do. We're moving.” Flag walks off and leaves Red to think, He shook off the cobwebs and follows, entering the building Red Made his way to the small desk, and checks the CCTV recordings to see nothing there. Boomerang laughs

“Whoo! Looks like we have a spot of luck, eh? Be a walk in the park. Easy peasy.”

“Stop talking” Red Grumbled, he looked up to the sound of dinging, as Harley takes the one working elevator. “Son of a…” they rush up the stairs, they await at the end for Harley, the door opens to her just fine, with dead stone soldiers at her feet. She smiled, and stepped out without a scratch. They kick open the door to the office and from the ceiling soldiers drop though it, another firefight breaks out, and Red begins to notice a pattern. Specifically flag.

Their focus on him makes this story more and more complicated. As the bullets settle, the group make their way up via a flight of stars, Red followed behind slowly, and Harley looks over the railing her eyes hazy, lost, devoid of love. Red Approached from behind.

“Harley?” He asked confused, she turned and drew her handgun, the magnum aimed right at his head. He didn’t flinch, he didn’t feel fear

“… Have you ever been in love?” She asked, sad, the question actually caught him off guard. Red saw flashes of someone in his life, just for a moment.

“I did.. once, not anymore..I don’t think I can love.” He admits.

“Bullshit.. it, has to still be in there, somewhere. What changed?” And asked, and a single manic laugh ringed in his ear.

“Joker..” he said with such scorn and evil, he gripped his gun. “That’s what changed… I don’t have the innocence to love anymore. Do you?” He walked past Harley.

“I wish I do.” She replies. Red turned around and looked at her, “You really love him.. don’t you? You’re a victim.” He turned back and went up the stairs, with, pity on his heart. They go to a large floor and a door beyond it. Before they can go in, Flag turns to them.

“Wait here, Please. I don’t want to give this dude a heart attack, okay?” Flag walks to the door and with caution, enters.

“Aww he’s embarrassed of us.” Harley jokes, but Red Hood turned to Deadshot.

“Remember when I said about the HVT? You want a chance to escape, it’s through that door.” Red Points to the door, and Deadshot approaches, as if to expect some evil monster, what he got.. was much worse.

[anon-e-miss]

Udder Shame - 4

The intel was wrong. It had said the underground warehouse was a weapons factory but there was not a weapon in sight, save for the few guards they had neutralized. When Jazz had received his orders, it had sounded like Command had hopes recovering caches of weapons. Above them, the city was a bombed out ruin. Megatron was already blaming the Autobots for the bombing of Vos and Tarn but Jazz knew full well, having watched the missiles launch, that it had been an act of mutual destruction between the two Decepticon states. The Winglord Aerie had been the primary target of the Tarnian rockets. With their Lord dead, the Seekers had scattered, mostly in the direction of Kaon. They had left their secret factories all but unguarded.

“Mooo,” the cry echoed, stall after all.

Jazz frowned as he peered over the wall and saw a strange bovinoid strapped to a weird benches as a machine milked it even as the large canister attached the milker overflowed. The beast’s belly was huge. Fins on its back twitched. It shook as machine behind the bench pumped fall spikes into its aft and valve. Transfluids pooled on the straw under the bench, along with the spilled cream. A funnel strained the creature’s mouth as a slurry was poured down its throat. What sort of operation was this? Was it the reason the Decepticons had not suffered the fuel shortages the Autobots had? In the stall next store, the same scenario played out. There were empty stalls suggesting there had been an attempt to evacuate the mechanimals but they had run out of time. He looked into the next stall and saw a bovinoid with a different coat pattern. Where the other two had yellow plating and colourful pelts, this one had silver plating and a mottled black and white pelt. It looked up at Jazz, optics growing wide. The sound it made around the funnel force fuelling it sounded like a sob. Its belly was also huge. There was a clear brand on its engorged udders. Energon leaked from its teats. The milker was knocked over on the floor.

“Get over here, Jazz,” Mirage called him. He jogged down the row of stalls, expecting Mirage to have found a treasure cache. When he turned the corner, he saw a large pen. It was full of smaller bovinoids. They toddled around on two legs, looking distinctly mechanoid.

“What the frag is this?” Jazz asked. Mirage shook his helm.

“I don’t know.” A little bovinoid pushed up on two legs and toddled over to the side of the pen and looked up at him with big blue optics. Jazz hoped the fence.

“Hi Sweetspark,” Jazz cooed. He lifted the little thing up and took a look at the tag in her floppy audio.

“Moooo,” she cooed back. It felt eerily like holding the Twins. He turned to hand the calf to Mirage. There was a bellow at his back.

“Watch out, Jazz!” Mirage called.

Bam! Jazz was barely able to keep from crushing the calf when he was knocked off his peds. He got halfway up when he got rammed again. This calf was considerably bigger than the others and snorting like a bull. It had a good set of horns growing on his helm. Mooing happily, the little one butted Jazz’s chassis with its helm. Jazz could almost hear it as laughter. It crawled onto his chassis mooing happily, like it was some sort of a game. Hearing a snort, Jazz raised his helm to see the older calf inch forward. It reached for the little one with strange servos. They looked more like hooves but the there was more mobility in the three digits than their would have been in a hoof. The little one nuzzled the big calf as they retreated into the small crowd of calves.

“Are you okay Jazz?” Mirage asked.

“Got any energon goodies, Raj?” Jazz asked as he stood up and brushed himself off. The mangers were all empty. When had the calves last fuelled?

“Sure,” Mirage tossed him a bag. “What are you thinking?”

“‘M thinkin’ I need to make friends,” Jazz replied. He took out a goodie and held it out. “It’s okay, Sweetspark. Yer just protectin’ all the bitties, right? Bet yer all hungry.”

“Moo,” the oldest calf sniffed the air. The other calves mooed with audible urgency.

“It’s okay,” Jazz said. “Ya can hand them out. Here, take the bag, Sweetspark.”

“What is going on Jazz?” Mirage asked. The calf took the bag with blunt digits and reached inside. It gave a goodie to the calf it had rescued from Jazz.

“A mechanimal, wouldn’t share like this,” Jazz said.

He spotted slots for bottles. There was a large canister and rows of empty bottles. Though the dawning horror made him physically ill, there was an urgent need to fuel these little ones. Jazz filled the bottles and pushed them into the slots. The calves were familiar with the exercise and rushed over, kneeling on the floor and suckling hungrily on the bottles’ nipples. The oldest of them watched with suspicion. It did not seem like there was a bottle for him. Too old then to still be on an ori’s energon? Though he had no goodies left, Jazz had a ration, he opened it and offered it to the calf. It canted its helm, Jazz took a sip, showing it out to fuel, and then gave it to the calf, who copied him perfectly, adapting for his elongated snout.

“What the frag is all this?” Jazz asked. He saw the tag on the older calf’s audio and saw the same lead numbers as the little one he had tried to remove. “That yer sibling?”

“Moo,” the calf said. He nodded his helm.

“Holy frag,” Mirage cursed.

“Watch’em,” Jazz ordered.

Jazz ran to the office he had passed before finding the stalls. Like he had noted when he had first found it, someone had taken the time to clear most of it out. He turned on the work station and easily cracked the encryption and started digging through the files. Most were expenses, with clear codes that covered utilities and fees. There were purchase orders and sale receipts. A number of these receipts were tagged with codes: 97031, 84703 and 21691. There was a video file saved with the title CCGTC and the codes he had seen on the receipts. He opened the file and jumped back when it auto played. Porn! A quick series of shots of the three bovinoids he had observed getting fragged by monstrous looking bulls crossed the screen before the title appeared. Cow Cops Get The Cream.

“What the frag?”

The image of a Praxian enforcer writing a ticket appeared. In the next imaged, he was strapped to a bench, begging for help as he was raped by the machine. With each passing nanoklik, his form changed until he was a fat, fuzzy bovinoid. The moos sounded like anguish when a huge bull appeared. Jazz turned off the video. They were not mechanimals. They were not an unknown frame type. They were mechs, Praxian mechs who had somehow been transformed into beasts. Jazz raced up and down the row of pens until he found an electrical panel and reading the list of breakers, cut power to the machine. He ran back now and pulled the funnel from the first mech’s throat. The fragging machine had retracted the falsespikes when it had shut down. Jazz kicked it over in a fit of anger.

“Y’re okay now,” Jazz told the mutilated Praxian as he helped him to the ground. The mech looked up at him with tears pouring from his blue optics. They stained his gold face plates. A loud bellow echoed. Jazz lifted his helm. “Everythings gonna be okay. I’m gonna check on that.”

“Run Jazz, run!” Ricochet yelled. The thunder of a stampede filled the air. Three massive mech-bovinoids chased aft his twin. He caught Jazz by the arm and pulled him a long. The bulls stopped at the pens. The trapped mech mooed, cries of fear. One bull ripped the door of a pen and ripped yanked the silver-faced victim from the bench he had been strapped to. Jazz saw the bulls spikes pressurize as the mech struggled. The bull lifted its victim’s leg up.

Bang! Bull and victim dropped. The mutilated Praxian shuffled away. Bang! Bang! Ricochet dropped the remaining bulls without hesitation. These had been mechs too once but even knowing that, they could not let these three be hurt. They were gravid, Jazz realized, and close he thought to emergence. He called all units to converge on this factory. Clearing all these mutilated victims was priority, Jazz did not ask HQ if they thought different. He did not want to know what High Brow would think. Siren and Hosehead helped the first bovinoid Praxian Jazz had found into the cargo hold. A check of the records Jazz had uncovered, said he was designated Nightbeat. He cried when Hosehead called him by his designation. Ricochet helped the one that was identified as Barricade along. He kept looking back at the last, the bovinoid Praxian was designated Prowl. Had they really been enforcers? What sort of sick game was all of this?

“Go on in,” Mirage herded the calves into the cargo hold with the adults.

The little one Jazz had rescues HF970... she, she was a female heifer, she ran to Prowl who looked at her with something between shock and horror. He let her nurse for his engorged wells. The older calf, BM970, Prowl’s bull calf as far as the records showed inched over. HC847 instinctively went to Barricade. Like Prowl, Barricade let the little one nurse. Almost every calf matched to one of rescued adults. Not all the adults had been Praxian, but the majority were. There was one calf that did not match to an adult. There was a lot of mooing, the captives perhaps communicating with each other in the only way they could. BM970 took the odd calf out from Jazz and gave him to his dam. Prowl put BM656 on his well and the little one latched.

“Ratchet’s gonna have a fit,” Ricochet said.

“Everyone o’em’s close to emergence,” Jazz said. “Maybe that’s why they were left.”

“Maybe the madmech behind the operation planned to come back for’em,” Ricochet said. “Medic Pharma...”

“Ratchet’s gonna have fifteen fits,” Jazz grimaced. “Get us outta here Raj.”

[la-bruja]

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hi im a little insane and i read way too many fics 💖

here are some fics I've enjoyed this week! so far it's mostly batman, danny phantom, and crossovers between those two! haha I need some variety I swear.

everything under the read more because I have fifteen (15) listed! <3 okay thanks for checking out my recs!!

(if the formatting is a little ugly, it's because i did this on the app on my phone <3)

(tumblr (app) is a peice of shit and deleted some of the fics i had on here. aaaaaaaaa) (i will try again next week)

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Wait, I'm a What? by @atiyasnake

based on a tumblr post

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 31k+ Words. Last Updated June. 5k+ Kudos. Misunderstandings. Ghost King Danny. Accidental Crime Lord Danny. Cryptid Danny. Sentient Gotham.

He kept taking the cash from the assholes (and damn there were a lot of assholes near where he lived) messing with the residents who lived in the area. He kept accepting their offers of food. So because of this new routine that kept him able to afford to rent out his shitty (and possibly illegal) apartment and the hunger pangs sufficiently satisfied, rumors grew.

Like and Survive - Phantom’s Guide to Young Hero Survival by @robinasnyder

based on a tumblr post

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 73k+ Words. Last Updated July. 3k+ Kudos. Youtuber Danny. Ghost King Danny. Adult Danny. Good Parent Clark Kent. Therapist Jasmine Fenton.

Phantom is considered an old timer who deals with a small city and nowhere else. When he begins uploading videos with advice for young heroes, he hopes a few new heroes might avoid some of the pain he went through. He's shocked at just how popular his advice suddenly becomes.

Bus To Nowhere by @precarious-hermit

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 98k+ Words. Last Updated July. 20k+ Kudos. Ghost King Danny. Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton.

After being on the run from his parents and the government for a couple of months, moving from town to town, Danny ends up in Gotham City and decides to risk staying in Batman's territory. He'd take the wrath of Batman over live vivisection via beloved parents or being studied and torn apart by the government. Besides, he's not a meta. Being dead is a medical condition.

The Firstborn Son by @faeriekit

Complete. Two-Shot. 7.5k Words. 1k+ Kudos. Ghost King Danny. The Infinite Realms. Dimension Travel. Accidental Child Acquisition. Child Endangerment. Mind Control. Horror.

Danny Phantom, a somewhat established ruler of the Ghost Zone, has unwittingly acquired a baby.

And. Well. He can't exactly keep it in Pariah's Keep. He's no parent, not to mention the huge problem of how the air and sky destabilize human cellular structure. There has to be a way to prove that the man is safer than the home the baby comes from.

...But the man has his own ward.

Hm. Danny can exploit this. What's an assessment without a little test?

Amity In The Ghost Zone by @ghostboybrainrot

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 7k+ Words. Last Updated March. 1k+ Kudos. Good Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton.

The city doesn't return on its own after Pariah Dark is defeated. Without knowing how to get the whole city back to the living world, Danny tries to evacuate the residents but most Amity Parkers don't really want to leave. Some people do, but many decide to stay. After all, Amity Park is their home, and the idea of having to start over somewhere new isn't very appealing. So the town, for the most part, continues on like normal.

Holding Me Now In Hand by @disillusioneddanny

Completed. Multi-Chaptered. 67k+ Words. 4k+ Kudos. Death Defying. Dick/Danny. Ghost King Danny. Teacher Danny. Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton. Miscommunication. Identity Reveal.

After Tim Drake tells his family about his new insane chemistry teacher, Dick Grayson decides to do some investigation himself.

What he wasn't expecting was to instantly fall in love with the chaotic science teacher.

Our Empty Graves by @nabtime

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 63k+ Words. Last Updated July. 3k+ Kudos. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Dead On Main. Jason/Danny. Slowburn. Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton. Hazmat AU. Mute Danny. Hurt/Comfort.

They say that Red Hood has a loyal mutt. The man rules his territory in Crime Alley with an iron fist and a guard dog at his side. No one's ever heard him speak. Anyone who's ever seen him says he looks like an experiment gone wrong, that Hood picked him up somewhere unspeakable. They say he'll do anything Red Hood asks of him and he'll do it well. Rival gangs say he's vicious, that he'd sooner rip your throat out than let you go.

death echoes by @redskyeatnight

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 38k+ Words. Last Updated June. 9k+ Kudos. Account Locked. Ghost King Danny. BAMF Danny. Creepy Danny.

Cold air on the back of his neck. Skeletal fingertips skittering up his spine, barely there and yet pressing so hard they would surely leave indents. A sound like an iceberg cracking apart echoing in his ears and through his head, pain following in its wake.

His throat went cold, his tongue suddenly numb.

And for a second - just a second - he smelled nothing but the stench of death.

"Oh My God, I'm Becoming My Father." by @fanfiction-artist-prototype

Incomplete. Three-Shot. 22k+ Words. Last Updated June. 1k+ Kudos. Account Locked. Misunderstandings. Angst and Hurt/Comfort. Blood and Injury. Accidental Child Acquisition. Implied/Reference Underage Prostitution. Protective Jason Todd.

Dani needs money, there's only so long her human body can last without food, and she lost the credit card Sam gave her when she crash-landed in Gotham city bay. So, she decides she's going to go the one guy she knows exists in Gotham that will help a kid down on their luck no questions asked - Red Hood.

Last time she'd seen Danny, he'd told her that there were rumours the Red Hood was undead, so he was the safest option for a halfa like her.

Hatred At First Sight by Sagoberattare

based on a tumblr post

Complete. One-Shot. 1k Words. 4k+ Kudos. SoulHate AU. Danny Phantom is a Little Shit.

Until the Joker looked at the skrunky kid in a ratty hoodie that looked like he could be a Wayne adoptee. And they both froze for a good minute.

And like some kind of demented switch got flipped the kid snarled and (still with his hands tied behind his back mind you) launched himself at the Joker.

Back to the World, In the End by @akela-nakamura

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 9k+ Words. Last Updated June. 800 Kudos. Halfa Jason Todd. Heavy Angst. Supernatural illnesses. Jason Todd is Not Okay. Eventual Comfort.

Jason's been sick for weeks and nothing he does seems to help. He's not ready for his confrontation with the Bat. He's not ready for his plans to fall apart when they've barely begun.

But his illness isn't stopping. One warm Gotham night, he hits a metaphorical wall.

Nightwing finds Red Hood on a rooftop. It's been a long night, but it might be looking up. After all, finally capturing the Red Hood will make Gotham that much safer.

Inquisitive by @oliveofvanders

Completed. One-Shot. 1k+ Words. 2k+ Kudos. Journalist Danny. Danny is a Little Shit. Damien Wayne Loves Animals. Crack Treated Seriously.

Damian has a very specific way of dealing with reporters – show them the animals, that usually scares them off.

Danny, however, has seen weirder shit in his lifetime.

Like Betta Fish Do by @clockwayswrites

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 48k+ Words. Last Updated July. Updates Bi-Weekly. 7k+ Kudos. Dead On Main. Jason/Danny. Ghost King Danny. Halfa Jason. Canon-Typical Violence. Jason Todd Needs a Hug. Danny Fenton Needs a Hug. Lazarus Side Effects. Identity Reveal.

Danny had ended up trespassing in Jason's haunt. He didn't mean to. Total accident, he swears. (He blames Johnny.) So he bought the other halfa a basket of bathbombs and chocolate as a 'sorry, please don't disembowel me' gift. It was the proper thing to do, alright?

Everything was going to be just fine.

Then things got a little out of hand.

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Send To All by @cairoscene

Completed. One-Shot. 3k Words. 5k+ Kudos. Emails. Epistolary. Poison Ivy Adjacent.

I, _____________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”).

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and they were roommates by @captainbrookeworm

Completed. One-Shot. 9k+ Words. 400 Kudos. ChatFic. Humor. Memes. Crack. Crack Treated Seriously. Post-Canon. Identity Reveal.

Mr. Lancer’s English Class Group Chat

Wes Weston: FINALLY

Wes Weston: INDISPUTABLE PROOF

Tucker Foley: For the last time the moon landing was NOT faked!!!!

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[badbatchposts]

Quiet Corners of the Galaxy

Happy Bad Batch Eve! I'm obsessed with the new season but the content isn't coming out fast enough so I felt like I needed to write my own.

Tech's not dead and Crosshair rejoins the team partway through Season 2 after Mayday's death rather than being imprisoned by the Empire, but this is otherwise canon-compliant. No Season 3 spoilers.

Fic Summary: While on a routine mission for Cid, the Bad Batch encounter a woman fleeing from the Empire. Crosshair suspects her seemingly free-spirited, nomadic existence is actually a cover for something else, but struggles to keep his attraction toward her in check as their personalities and ideals clash.

Chapters posted 1-2x weekly!

Chapter One

“We will be landing on the outskirts of the city ruins shortly. Scanners indicate that it is abandoned, but there is an Imperial outpost located ten klicks East, in the next valley over. This should be a relatively simple operation: make our way to the city center, locate the cargo, and return to the Marauder.” Tech was at the controls of the ship as usual, setting them down in an open, overgrown area where the ruins of the city—little more than rubble and scrap now, haphazardly heaped stoneworks and scorched earth where once there had been homes, streets, marketplaces—were fewer and further between. The remaining members of the squad did their final checks of their equipment, adjusting armor and securing weapons as the hatch hissed open. Wrecker was the first out.

“Woah. What happened here?” The largest member of the squad looked around incredulously. The destruction was not recent; a thick layer of soot, grime, and overgrown weeds was evidence of the neglect that the ruins had been left to. It did not seem that anyone was deeply interested in rebuilding.

Tech had the answer, as always. “A particularly destructive battle toward the end of the war. The city was occupied by Separatist forces. Citizens who were unable to evacuate before the droids moved in were held in a makeshift camp on the North side of town. Luckily, this means that many of them made it out alive once the Republic regained the territory. Their homes…were less lucky.”

Crosshair, Hunter, and Echo followed the pair down the ramp. “What cargo could there even be left to recover in all this?” Crosshair asked skeptically. His voice, as usual, dripped equal parts disdain and boredom.

“Cid’s intel says mostly expensive droid parts,” Echo intervened. “The town had a factory. When the Separatists occupied it, they planned to begin shipping the parts off-world to help with production of their army. The Republic moved in too quickly for them; the factory was destroyed, but the crates were being housed underground awaiting cataloging. As far as Cid’s source knows, they’re still there.”

Hunter looked thoughtful. “Anything to worry about with that Imperial outpost, Tech?”

“Doubtful,” the other replied, examining his datapad. “The cargo is not significant enough to merit their attention, and forces are largely dedicated to patrolling a nearby spaceport, where it would seem most of the refugees have relocated.”

Hunter nodded seriously. “Alright then. Crosshair, get a good vantage point on the hilltop where you can keep an eye on us and any activity from the outpost coming our way. Everybody else, let’s locate that cargo.”

Their forces divided, the rest of the squad beginning to pick their way among the ruins toward the city center, while the slender sniper hiked in the opposite direction. The hills were dotted with trees—not heavily forested, but enough cover for him to dig in and wait. Soon, he crested the peak, settling in at a good vantage point where he could watch the outpost in the middle distance through his scope. Activities at the facility were regular and rhythmic; troopers on patrol, units coming and going from the nearby spaceport. Nothing extraordinary.

“In position. All clear,” he reported over his comm.

“Acknowledged,” came Hunter’s reply. With any luck, the others would retrieve the cargo within a number of hours. He waited, patient and disinterested. He was good at waiting.

Some time later, his comm crackled to life again with a status update. “Cargo located.” It was his turn to acknowledge their progress. For a brief moment, he thought idly about whether he preferred missions like this one—smooth, uncomplicated, if a little boring—or those where everything seemed to go right to shit. At least, he smirked to himself wryly, the latter required more significant use of his skills.

When he heard the screeching sound of failing engines and saw the dark plume of smoke trailing behind the ship on its downward trajectory, all he could think was that the galaxy must have been listening in on him.

It crashed down northeast of his position, the impact of the wreckage echoing out across the valley. The response on his comm came through almost immediately.

“What the hell was that, Crosshair?”

“Downed Imperial shuttle. Drawing attention from the outpost now. Get moving.”

“Well, with any luck that’ll keep them occupied long enough for us to get outta here. Stay outta sight,” Hunter replied. Crosshair shifted his scope from the troopers mobilizing at the outpost toward the crash site, just in time to see a woman emerge from the ship, coughing in the smoke. He had expected a detachment of troopers to come stumbling from the wreckage, not a lone woman. She was human, silver haired, staring back at the shuttle with a look halfway between rage and despair. She slammed her fist against the ship’s hull in frustration, and he smirked a little as she winced, rubbing her hand in pain. She ducked back into the ship, emerging momentarily, pulling a poncho over her head as she strapped a blaster to her hip and pulled on a pack.

He scanned the area around her as she began marching south from the crash, glancing furtively in all directions. She was heading on a trajectory that would intersect any moment with two troopers on speeder bikes. She was moving too slowly, limping a little. This should be interesting, he thought dryly. He was sure the Empire were very welcoming to unauthorized crash landings of stolen shuttles near their facilities.

When the woman and the troopers came face to face, he could only imagine the dialogue accompanying the silent pageant he could see through his scope. The woman slowly raised both hands, throwing a flattering, charming smile at the troopers. She thought she could talk her way out of it, he reasoned. So the flash of the blaster bolt caught him by surprise when she snaked one of her hands behind her head, grabbing a concealed weapon off her shoulder, and fired off a shot.

“Is that blaster fire, Crosshair?!” Hunter demanded over the comm.

“Not mine,” he replied calmly.

“Then who?!”

The round had caught one of the troopers in the chest, toppling him off the speeder bike. The woman took advantage of the confusion to dive for cover behind a tree, exchanging fire with the remaining trooper. What she couldn’t see, of course, were the other half dozen Imperials making their way toward her position. Any moment now, she’d be surrounded.

“Status?” Crosshair queried over the comm.

“Making our way back to the Marauder.”

The woman managed to get a good shot in on the remaining trooper, and he toppled to the ground. However, just as she made a dash for the speeder bikes, two green bolts flashed by, wrecking her getaway vehicles and forcing her to dive once more, losing the smaller blaster. She recovered quickly, unholstering the larger piece at her hip and taking shots at the oncoming troopers as she ran for cover again. It was pointless, he thought. She didn’t stand much chance of escape, alone, on foot. Not this close to the outpost.

From his vantage point, he could see the troopers fanning out, boxing her in. She had the hillside to her back; the elevation would slow down her retreat, even if she could keep up enough cover fire to out-maneuver the speeder bikes. And—the only part that mattered to him—she ran the risk of drawing Imperial attention to the adjoining valley before they finished loading up the marauder.

However, before he could further consider the implications of her retreat, he saw her move to fire off another shot from around her cover. In the brief moment she was exposed, a blaster bolt from one of the troopers clipped her side, propelling her forcefully to the ground. She was close enough for him to hear her strangled cry at the hit, echoing out against across the valley. She scrabbled backwards in the dirt, blaster thrown out of reach. One of the troopers swung off his speeder bike, approaching her slowly as he took aim. They weren’t planning on taking her prisoner. He couldn’t hear whatever words they exchanged, just see the snarl on the woman’s face before her features calmed, peaceful, as she closed her eyes before the inevitable.

Crosshair dispatched the trooper closest to her, expertly, just before the Imperial could squeeze to pull the trigger. He followed it up with three more in rapid succession, the troopers falling dead before they could hope to locate the sniper’s position or find cover. The final two, he saw with some surprise, were caught off guard by the woman, who had managed to crawl over to her lost blaster in the confusion.

She was attempting to limp her way over to one of the abandoned speeder bikes when he caught up to her.

“Stay back,” she warned him, eyes glinting as she aimed her blaster at him.

“Are you even sure you could ride one of those things by yourself right now?” He drawled back at her.

“Of course I can,” she snapped. As if to prove it to him, she gripped the handle of the first one she came to with her left hand, knuckles white, right hand steady as she kept her blaster trained on his chest. She swung her leg and mounted the bike. He watched her grip on the handle loosen as the shock and pain caught up to her, her eyes rolling back in her head as she collapsed.

Next Chapter

[yanderes-galore]

I'm really curious how can you make Rookie from Halo work... So can I ask for a romantic concept for him?

I will be focusing strictly on Rookie from Halo 3: ODST for this. Gotta love obsessive silent protagonist :)

Yandere! Rookie/Jonathan Doherty Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Violence implied, Death mentioned, Injury, Blood, Guns (Halo is an FPS so-), One-sided relationship, Thoughts of forced affection, Dubious relationship.

Can you really blame The Rookie for becoming so obsessive?

He wakes up in New Mombasa, the rain pouring hard upon his helmet.

His team is scattered, perhaps even dead.

He is left to find out what happened to them in the wet streets of New Mombasa.

Plus, the city is overrun by Covenant troops.

The Rookie may have found you hiding away in New Mombasa.

You're a civilian left behind in this concept, only armed with a pistol.

The Rookie can see the wounds and blood on your clothes/skin when he finds you.

You trust him when you see him, you can tell by his armor he's human.

He's no Spartan, but an ODST is still able to quickly adapt for survival.

He no doubt finds a first aid station nearby and gets to work on patching up your wounds.

Rookie's concern is primarily looking for an extraction point and where the rest of his team could be.

But as he looks at you shivering from the rain and slowly recovering from your wounds, part of him feels like he should keep an eye on you.

This makes the Rookie take you along with him, arming you with a gun you can use.

Despite you being armed he knows you're vulnerable.

He's armored, you aren't.

You both don't have shields, but one well placed shot would do more damage to you than him.

The Rookie encourages you both to travel in shadows.

The city itself is dark and the rain makes it hard to see.

This is used to your advantage.

Over time Rookie notices you open up to him.

He doesn't say much but listens to you when you talk.

Rookie is hard to read what he's thinking... due to the lack of speech and helmet.

I have a feeling ODST Yanderes are more comforting than Spartans as they feel more human.

Although Rookie is a poor example of this since he feels almost... emotionless at times.

However he does show he cares for you still, he isn't too cold.

He takes most of the hits, he listens to you, he acts empathetic.

You can't explain why it feels like he's staring though... might just be the helmet?

In reality... Rookie is staring because he feels attracted.

Another thing that sets Spartan yanderes such as John apart from ODSTs? Romantic attraction.

Rookie has no enhancements that dampen such feelings.

Which means he's still able to feel romantic attraction, like Buck.

Rookie finds himself falling for you, a civilian in his care.

He's determined to help you out of this mess, no matter what it takes.

Rookie is mostly focused on the task at hand.

But occasionally his thoughts wander back to you, thinking of what life with you could entail.

He really shouldn't since the war is still going.

You're a civilian, you should be evacuated like all the rest.

But as you get closer to the extraction point, his grip tightens on you.

He can't bring himself to see you go.

Even when he meets with Buck and Veronica, he is intent on not leaving without you.

Buck definitely teases Rookie, claiming he has a new partner.

Rookie doesn't mind, in fact he thinks of what it would be like to show you affection.

His feelings for you never dissipate.

In fact, even as you fly off with him in a Pelican, he still fantasized about being with you.

Maybe he should've pinned you to a wall in New Mombasa... kissed you... showed how much he adores you...

Rookie wants to find a way to express such feelings... but he isn't sure how.

He has desires but he has to wait for the right time.

He feels eventually you two will end up together.

He doesn't want anyone else to be beside you, after all he saved you.

Who else was supposed to protect you?

Even if he has to pull some strings... spill some blood... or break a few UNSC vows and rules...

Rookie plans to remain your savior, protector, and possible lover... even if you are a civilian.

Overall Yandere Type: Overprotective, Obsessive, Devoted, Deceptive, Delusional, Slightly possessive.

[good-old-gossip]

Latest of Israeli Terrorism in Gaza

A panel of United Nations independent experts has accused Israel of engaging in a campaign of starvation and genocide in Gaza as the effects of the famine are being felt across Gaza. Palestinian physician and activist Mustafa Barghouti says “what we see today is a purposeful act of starvation” and that the real intention of the Israeli government has never changed.

“Their main goal is the total ethnic cleansing of all of Gaza people and all of the Gaza Strip.” Barghouti joins us from Washington, D.C., on his first U.S. visit in more than a decade.

We get an update from journalist Akram al-Satarri in Gaza, as Israel orders the full evacuation of all civilians from Gaza City after one of the deadliest days in Gaza in weeks.

An Israeli airstrike killed at least 30 Palestinians at a school housing displaced people near Khan Younis, mostly women and children.

“There’s no safe haven” anywhere in Gaza, says al-Satarri. “The people who are bearing the brunt of those bombardments are the Palestinian displaced people.” He also responds to ceasefire talks.

[transingthoseformers]

Soundwave had never trusted him and very much thought he was behind it. It was kind of a suicide mission he went on with the newly recruited Deadlock who was determined to go with him. They run into Jazz, who is also breaking in because Orion is missing, which leads them to working together (SW lied through his teeth about hisnintentions and was definitely going to kill Orion and maybe die after if the guards caught him as he isn't handling this well).

Then he finds him, and it is very clear he's not there willingly.

They break him out and hide out with an old friend named Ratchet, who shoves them all in a backroom and lies to the cops before using his connections to get them out.

Soundwave doesn't expect to come back with all of them because Ratchet's lie is going to get found out, Jazz isn't leaving Orion alone anytime soon, and Orion Pax has changed and Soundwave is reluctantly treating him like Megatronus's widow and somewhat succesor as much as it pains him, which Orion would be considered in their cultural as legal marriages were difficult to achieve. Feelings matter.

I figure in this Starscream without Megatron as a charismatic young opposition stays as one of the figureheads for the Council, which is absolutely destroying and speaking against Orion and Soundwave in the news. Trying to dig up every bit of dirt on them both. Ultra Magnus is his co-leader.

Soundwave is deeply uncomfortable as leader and figurehead, but he cannot bring himself to trust Orion to lead. Which does lead to him trying to manipulate information or gaslight Orion to make certain decisions, but Orion is an archivist and just as skilled and calls him out on it. Challenging Soundwave's on preconceptions even as Orion works on unpacking his own. He also pettily starts dragging Soundwave to stand beside him as a visible leader and speaker and tells him tough luck.

Prowl and Ironhide and Praxus get recruited to be firmly Decepticons under their shared leadership. Especially following the murder of Megatronus. It's another matter of contention for the two of them, but the ultimately answer the call for aid and gather a lot of support and high morale when they work to evacuate as many people as possible and get some of their most important officers out of the Council's decision to "make an example" out of them. The city is lost, but they get a lot of citizens out. Who have skills their fledgling revolution definitely needs and it further acts as a counter to the propaganda about them. Though the Council tries to spin it.

Soundwave spends half their time together wanting to punt him through a wall and they are both exceptionally petty at times whi h Soundwave wears as a badge of honor to get Orion yelling back or a few times actually biting him.

Jazz thinks it's hilarious when the "brawl like protoforms" while Prowl despairs at them not having "the sense Primus gave a cyberpigeon" (I love that cowboy/southern Prowl is in Aligned which means Praxus is southern and I love that). Onslaught despairs at the fact his leaders have no dignitt. Ratchet thinks they are all being ridiculous, but Makeshift, Ironhide, Scrapper, and Deadlock are taking bets on who wins. Shockwave is mostly uninterested.

Orion has a surprising amount as he is very slippery and somewhat shameless when he gets to the biting stage. Soundwave reluctantly respects that, and Orion is a little more prone to being snippy with him, which Soundwave considers it more honest than his polite, carefully maintained face he's learned to keep.

Jazz is the one who makes comments about Soundwave and Orion's potential feelings.

Starscream is officially declared Prime and Orion and Soundwave are determined to find the Matrix first to keep it from him.

(Alpha Trion has been desperately trying to track Orion down because this was very much not as planned.)

So our line up is pretty different, and Soundwave's learning on the fly here

Iicr, before the war, Starscream was a pretty high ranking neutral general (and was for a decent chunk of it too) so this makes sense

Yep, Soundwave still doesn't trust Orion and it leads to consequences

Interesting how the fall of Praxus is similar but dissimilar to some canons

Sggshd Sounders and Ori having petty fights as well as the serious ones, and Prowl, Onslaught, and Ratchet being disappointed in them is hilarious. Like. Oh. Ohh you two. I think Jazz is right

Starscream is officially declared Prime

Prime!Starscream has to be fascinating, especially considering what I know of pre series aligned Starscream and other versions of him, and how his personality slightly differs thanks to the council in this

His decisions will be fun (for us) (not everyone else)

[workersolidarity]

⚠️WARNING: GRAPHIC FOOTAGE⚠️

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[ 📹 A young Palestinian girl is critically wounded and brought to Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital in the city of Deir al-Balah, in the central Gaza Strip, after an Israeli airstrike targeted the building she and her family were sheltering in. Over 14'500 children have been killed in Zionist attacks on Gaza since the start of the war in October, 2023.]

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RENEWED ISRAELI OCCUPATION AIRSTRIKES TARGET FAMILIES ON DAY 186 OF "ISRAEL'S" GENOCIDAL OPERATION IN GAZA

On the 186th day of "Israel's" special genocide operation in the Gaza Strip, the Israeli occupation forces (IOF) committed several new massacres of Palestinian families in the Gaza Strip, resulting in the deaths of no less than 153 Palestinians, mostly women and children, while another 60 others were wounded over the previous 24-hours.

As a result of the recent withdrawal of the Zionist occupation army from the Al-Shifa medical complex, civil defense crews have managed to recover the bodies of 409 Palestinians from the hospital and its surrounding neighborhoods.

Civil defense crews continue recovery efforts to retrieve the hundreds of bodies laying strewn throughout the hospital grounds, and in the streets, while others were partially buried in shallow graves according to reporting by the World Health Organization (WHO) and the local media.

Local crews urged the international community to provide specialized equipment to assist in recovery efforts, as the corpses of many Palestinians remain buried under the rubble of their homes and shelters in the surrounding neighborhoods, while local citizens continue to inquire about the whereabouts of their missing relatives who were sheltering near the hospital during the Israeli occupation's assault on the medical center.

In other news, Turkiye imposed export restrictions on goods going to the occupied Palestinian territories, including products from 54 different categories, until a ceasefire agreement can be reached and the Zionist authorities allow a "sufficient and uninterrupted flow" of humanitarian aid into the Gaza Strip, according to a statement issued by the Turkish Trade Ministry.

“Israel continues to flagrantly violate international law and ignores the international community's numerous calls for cease-fire and uninterrupted humanitarian aid,” the ministry said in a statement on Tuesday, adding that the Israeli occupation must “in full cooperation with the UN, allow the uninterrupted provision of all basic humanitarian assistance to Palestinians in the Gaza Strip, including the medical supplies and health services they need."

As the international community begins to turn to more meaningful measures to use against the Israeli occupation in order to change its behavior in Gaza, the Israeli authorities continue to prepare for a major ground offensive in the city of Rafah, in the southernmost city of the Palestinian enclave, where more than one million Palestinians have gathered in improvised tent cities under evacuation orders from their homes elsewhere in Gaza.

According to the Hebrew media, an Israeli official confirmed that the occupation has purchased 40'000 tents to prepare for the forced evacuation of civilians from Rafah before a ground offensive can be launched in the city. This is because the city of Rafah is "thought" to be where Hamas's leadership is hidden, "possibly" along with Israeli hostages.

The Zionist authorities said they plan to evacuate civilians ahead of the proposed invasion after the United States President, Joe Biden, was claimed to have put pressure on the Israeli Prime Minister, Benjamin Netanyahu, to ensure measures are taken to protect civilians. Though 40'000 tents is nowhere near enough to house over a million Palestinians camping in the city after their homes were destroyed by the IOF.

However, the United States has so far refused to even consider the imposition of trade restrictions or sanctions on "Israel," nor has it used International bodies, such as the United Nations Security Council (UNSC) to impose sanctions, or join in South Africa's suit in the International Court of Justice (ICJ) at The Hague, which accuses the Israeli occupation of violating the Genocide Conventions, in order to force the occupation to change its behavior in Gaza.

Meanwhile, the IOF renewed its intense barrage of air and missile strikes, as well as heavy artillery fire, on the Gaza Strip, targeting many civilian residences, as well as public buildings where local residents shelter inside from the occupation's bombardment and crimes.

In the northern Gaza Strip, Zionist warplanes bombed two residential homes in the Al-Zaytoun neighborhood, south of Gaza City, killing at least two civilians and wounding dozens of others, while at the same time, IOF artillery forces shelled the neighborhoods of al-Shuja'iya, al-Sabra, Tal al-Hawa, and Sheikh Ajlin, also in the city.

Local correspondants also reported the murder of one Palestinian and the injury of many others resulting from the shelling by Israeli artillery detatchments targeting local committees tasked with securing humanitarian aid in the southeast of Gaza City.

Zionist shelling also targeted the al-Tuffah neighborhood of Gaza City, in addition to the shelling of several neighborhoods in the north of the city.

Similarly, IOF fighter jets dropped munitions on a group of civilians gathered on Salah al-Din Street, southeast of Gaza City, martyring one civilian and wounding several others, while occupation aircraft also bombed a house in the northern Gaza Strip, coinciding with continuous artillery fire on a multitude of neighborhoods. The wounded were transported and treated at Al-Ahli Arab Hospital in Gaza City.

In yet another criminal attack, an IOF airstrike targeted a residential home in the city of Deir al-Balah, in central Gaza, killing one resident and wounding at least 20 others, while the occupation also raided the area of Al-Madaris street in the same area.

In similar criminal atrocities, Zionist warplanes and artillery shelling bombed a residential building in the Al-Maghazi Refugee Camp, in the central Gaza Strip, resulting in the martyredom of at least five Palestinians, while simultaneously, a Palestinian medical doctor named Shadi Abu Hasanein was killed in an Israeli airstrike on the Al-Saraya Junction in Gaza City.

At the same time, IOF artillery shelling targeted in the vicinity of a school sheltering displaced Palestinian families in Deir al-Balah, in the central Gaza Strip, killing two civilians and wounding a number of others.

Zionist forces also bombarded a residential tower in Al-Zahraa, in central Gaza, however, it remains unclear if any casualties were reported from the strike.

The atrocities continued with the occupation bombing of the Tiba Towers area, to the northwest of Khan Yunis, in the south of Gaza, after which, local paramedic and civil defense crews recovered the bodies of 10 civilians, including at least six children.

In the southern Gaza Strip, Israeli artillery detatchments shelled a residential home in the Al-Tanour neighborhood, east of the city of Rafah, resulting in the martyrdom of two civilians and wounding several others, while Zionist gunboats opened machine-gun fire with live bullets towards the coast of Rafah, and also fired at least two artillery shells onto the coast.

Meanwhile, local civil defense personnel recovered at least 84 bodies from the Khan Yunis area after the withdrawal of Israeli occupation forces from the southern Gazan city, leaving behind an alien landscape of destroyed buildings with corpses littering and lining the streets.

As a result of "Israel's" ongoing special genocide operation in the Gaza Strip, the death toll among the Palestinian population has risen in excess of 33'360 Palestinians martyred, more than 14'500 of those murdered were children, with at least 9'500 women also killed, while another 75'993 others have been wounded since the start of the current round of Zionist aggression beginning on October 7th, 2023.

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[aer-arts]

I should probably also introduce my fossil fighters guys

I’m going to include a break because there’s a ton of text

Fish is originally a scout who specializes in exploring underwater ecosystems, however after being woken up and sent to earth to search for the totems in the ocean, the gained a fascination with fossil fighters and are now trying to become one by using their human form to not draw too much attention to themselves, despite the fact their disguise technology doesn’t work correctly half the time regardless of how many times they gets Roach to fix it 

After getting use to life on Earth, they eventually get a job doing search and rescue along side Finch, along with doing assorted tasks around the park, wether it’s moving stuff, clearing debris, etc.

Their battle form is a close ranged water type with an ability that greatly boosts attack when not affected by support effects

Backstory: Fish was born in a small coastal town on the dinaurian home planet. Their maternal grandmother was part of the royal family, however she estranged herself because she didn’t like politics. Their mother runs a saltwater filtration plant that helps provide drinking water for larger cities, and their father, who’s a plesiosaur descended subspecies, is a seaweed farmer. Growing up Fish mostly just helped their parents out.  One day while exploring they accidentally snuck into a military base, the soldiers stationed there found them entertaining and were impressed by Fish’s physical prowess. Eventually they were invited to train at the military school in the capital, and after barely managing to convince their mother they did. While in school they met Roach (was exploring the vents and fell into their workshop) and the two of them became friends. Around the time Fish was 18, the day before their graduation, the Guhnash incident occurred and everyone had to evacuate the planet, Fish survived but their parents didn’t. While on the mothership Fish would go on to be a royal guard, however they were eventually relocated to the Scouting department due to being the only dinaurian onboard adapted to aquatic expeditions. 

Roach is a highly respected engineer who is mostly responsible for the creation and maintenance of the technology that allows dinaurian to take battle forms. After being awakened from stone sleep he’s taken a fascination to human technology and would much rather screw around with that then do his actual job, along with continuing to make unconventional dinomatons of varying effectiveness. After getting used to life on earth he was eventually hired by the fossil center to help maintain servers and various other machinery vital to keeping everything up and running

His battle form resembles a robotic Radox with freaky mechanical legs. He’s a mid ranged neutral type with an ability that nullifies all support effects.

Backstory: Him and Raptin are sons of two dinaurian elites and lived in the dinaurian capital. Like their parents they were expected to go through school and work directly for the royal family. Roach was always more successful then Raptin, being a natural prodigy when it came to engineering, this along with their parents expectations strained their relationship and resulted in Raptin developing an inferiority complex, which Roach always blamed himself for. One day, Fish ended up falling into their workshop, which initially scared Roach. While they didn’t actually get along at first, they came to become close friends. Fish taught Roach how to have fun and that he’s allowed to do things because he wants to. Additionally Roach greatly admired Fish’s free spirited nature, and each of them inspired the other to work harder so they could work together when they were done with school. However, disaster struck when he was 18, and he was forced to evacuate the planet due to Guhnash, he escaped alongside Raptin but neither of their parents survived. While on the mothership he continued his role as an engineer, making sure the ship worked alongside helping develop weapons that could potentially defeat Guhnash. Eventually some scientist obtained a fragment of Guhnash tissue and started a research project on it, though it was located on a separate ship due to safety concerns, Roach was invited to be the top engineer for this top secret project and he accepted. However things went horribly wrong and the sample blew up, causing the ship to crash onto earth. Roach was caught directly in the blast, severely scarring him and damaging his nervous system, however he made it to a stone sleep pod and activated it before he could succumb to his wounds. He would’ve been found on the secret island after the events of the first game, and woken up and given proper medical treatment

Finch is a former college athlete (she played baseball) who lost her scholarship after having to get her leg amputated. Despite this she’s still doing fine physically, she just can’t run like she used to. However, by pure coincidence, Dr. Diggins offered her a job at the Vivosaur Island fossil park, where she had previously worked part time. So currently she works search and rescue, helping people who get stuck in areas of the park. 

During the events of the first game she was actually off island visiting family, but literally no one told her about what had happened until she got back and she was incredibly confused as to wtf a dinaurian is and still doesn’t fully believe they’re aliens. Despite this she was hired by the park staff to keep an eye on Fish (and by extension Roach) and keep them out of trouble and help them adjust and learn about human culture. Despite the pretenses they met on, she ended up becoming close friends with the two dinaurians and she kinda just helps enable their shenanigans while exploiting every loophole to keep them out of trouble

She’s the most abrasive of trio, she can be impulsive and has an ego cause she thinks she’s cool. But once she manages to make a friend she genuinely cares for them and would fist fight a T Rex for them if needed. She tends to make comedic jabs and tease people, but that just means she likes you

her leg was amputated after an accident while getting her flying license, essentially she fell of a ptera and shattered the bone to the point where it wasn’t going to heal well enough to be useable, despite this she’s adapted well and is doing fine