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incorrectbatfam · 1 year

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Due to various circumstances, one of the batfam has to substitute for Bruce at the next Wayne Enterprises Board of Executives meeting. How do each of them do at that job?

Dick: I officially declare today Casual Friday.

Dick: *rips off pants to reveal Hawaiian shorts underneath*

Secretary: It's Tuesday.

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Jason: Here's a thought exercise for everyone. Say you're chasing a high-profile criminal like, I dunno, Black Mask, and you have one hour to locate his hideout in the warehouse district. With only a notepad and your knowledge of advanced ballistics, how many goons do you think he'll have posted around the perimeter?

Accountant: *raises hand*

Jason: Yeah?

Accountant: Aren't you supposed to be dead?

Jason: Irrelevant.

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Tim: To illustrate my proposed budget cut, let's use the analogy of assassins ripping out your spleen. To chip away at the layers of the body would be inefficient and take up more resources than necessary, whereas if we identify a streamlined path beforehand, we can make a quick slice and leave the rest of our time to focus on necessary repairs.

New employee, whispering: What's he talking about?

Veteran employee, whispering back: He's Red Robin. We just pretend we don't know.

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Stephanie: You, over there. How much do you get paid?

Intern: I don't.

Stephanie: Unacceptable. Follow me, we're taking a business trip to the ATM.

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Damian: From now on, Wayne Enterprises is a pet-friendly office.

Sales rep: Even my horse?

Damian: Especially your horse.

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Cassandra: *blinks*

Financial advisor: Huh?

Cassandra: *blinks*

Financial advisor: Of course, I should've thought of that.

Cassandra: *blinks*

Financial advisor: Yes, ma'am, I'll get right on it.

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Duke: So... what are you working on?

Web developer: *spouts off a bunch of design jargon*

Duke: Cool, cool. What about a comments section?

Web developer: Not gonna lie dude, I completely forgot about that.

Duke: That's okay. You look like you could use a break. Wanna get smoothies?

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Barbara: Why isn't the PowerPoint working?

IT person: The clicker needs batteries.

Barbara: And why doesn't it have any?

IT person: We ran out of double-As.

Barbara: A multi-billion dollar company and we run out of double-A batteries?

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Selina: *delivering a presentation*

Bruce: *walks in*

Bruce: Honey, I brought you lunch.

Executive: You told us you were out of town.

Bruce: I was. You think I can find burritos this good in Gotham?

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Kate: Alright ladies, I need to see those reports on my desk by the end of the day.

Researcher: Why?

Kate: …I've never had anyone ask that.

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Senior manager: Can we start already? I have places to be.

Alfred: Not until this conference room is spotless.

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radiance1 · 8 months

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Ya'll know de-aged Danny, but get ready for.....

De-aged Tucker!

So, the trio has split up as they got older, still friends, but just going on with their own lives.

Sam went on to connect more with High society and becoming well-respected, as well as running multiple charity events and a botanist on the side.

Danny went ghost hunting with his family, then when he became an adult, his parents pushed for him to go to college to pursue his dreams.

Tucker?

Well, Tucker has been doing some... stuff. If he had to say.

Said stuff involved magic, another secret government branch, wizards and tech. Suffice to say, Tucker has been leading a very busy life in the dark, he's keeping it from Sam and Danny because he doesn't want to involve then in this when they have their own lives to look after.

This government branch has nothing to do with ghosts, everything to do with magic and ancient artifacts, however. He's been tracking them down for years now, constantly hacking into many of their bases and preventing them from doing whatever they wanted to do.

Eventually, however, they managed to catch wind of him and he, well, he kinda slipped up and they caught him. Not that he couldn't get out of it, nor was it the first time it happened, but still. However, this time they found him far too dangerous to continue to exist in this world, so what did they do?

Reverse his clock and banish him to another dimension, of course!

So now here Tucker was, a 10-year-old boy with none of his usual equipment and lost in an entirely other world without any help and any variety. He only had what he had on him at the time, his clothes-that were now too big for him- a highly advanced arm bracer that he regularly wore and uses for hacking- thankfully able to fit on his arm because of the nanobots it was made from- his beret and his glasses.

Well. Fuck.

So of course, he first finds a place that he could own as a child without being put in foster care, an abandoned warehouse, perhaps? Yea that would work, just needs a little fixing up.

Of course, if there's anything to bust along the way trying to find a way home, then of course he would bust it.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover

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justabigassnerd · 6 months

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Unexpected

Pairing - Jack Reacher x child!reader

Word count - 2,322

Warnings - gun violence, death, blood mentions, child endangerment, angst, lil' pinch of fluff

Summary - on a mission wherein he saves a child, Jack Reacher finds himself forming an unlikely softness towards the young child

A/N - oooh this is new isn't it?? this was a request sent in by @fangirl23obession so I hope I did the idea justice. writing for Jack ended up being a lot harder than I anticipated so I hope this is an okay read for y'all. as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

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While travelling the states, Jack had caught wind of some suspicious activity within an Army regiment and so naturally went to investigate further. He didn’t care that he wasn’t technically part of the military anymore. When he got involved in something he was going to see his investigation through until the end.

The Army, knowing who he was and still respecting his rank despite him not being part of the Army anymore, let him weigh in on the ongoing investigation into how a soldier had gone completely AWOL with no evidence of foul play yet before he disappeared, he had been disappearing for hours at a time late at night and returning only in the early hours of the morning. At first, his comrades and superiors thought he was sneaking out to go to nearby bars and spend the night with people outside of the Army but when his superiors went to nearby bars to question the staff, they all denied seeing him at all.

As the investigation progressed, Jack found more and more evidence pointing towards a group of former military personnel who were trying to gain power to supposedly take back from their former places of work. Jack didn’t understand why such a group existed and quite frankly he didn’t care. He was there to do a job and that’s what he was going to do before moving on. He’s dealt with much worse in his lifetime. He wasn’t about to let one measly group of rogue soldiers do any damage.

What Jack could never have predicted was them scooping up a child off the streets and taking them hostage as a way to try and convince people to listen to their demands. With that newfound information, Jack was preparing to go off in search of the group to end them once and for all. The Army, of course, insisted he take some soldiers with him to assist in the whole ordeal and while Jack would rather go about everything himself, he knew he had very little say in the matter so allowed them to come with the one rule that they listen to everything he says. He is in charge of this operation and he’s not going to let anyone undermine him on this mission.

When Jack tracked down the base of the group, he took the soldiers assigned to his mission with him and headed to the old warehouse as he muttered to himself about the cliché of it all. When they arrived at the warehouse, of course, there was a group of ex-soldiers waiting for them, so Jack and his team immediately came under fire and were forced into cover. Jack commanded his team with ease, his military background having never left him and orders slipped from his mouth before his brain could even catch up. He managed to advance forward and make his way into the warehouse, taking down any men who refused to back down.

When he finally fought his way through the splinter cell of rogue soldiers, he reached what he could only assume was the main operations room where the leader had chosen to hide out, a young girl tight in his grip as he held his gun towards Jack.

“You better back up there, Reacher. You don’t want anything to happen to this kid now, do you?” The leader growls, moving his gun to be placed against your temple as more tears work their way down your cheeks as you squirm to try and get out of the man’s iron grip.

“The kid isn’t part of this. Let her go.” Jack says, his gun trained expertly on the man standing before him. He longed to pull the trigger, to end all this mess right here and now but he held his itchy trigger finger back. He knew he couldn’t fire his weapon now, not in front of a young child.

“If I let the kid go, you’ll just kill me. I’m not that stupid.” The leader snaps angrily, the barrel of the gun digging further into your temple with each word that leaves his mouth and Jack quickly begins to figure out a solution.

“Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to put my gun down and you’re going to let the kid go. I won’t try anything. In fact, I’ll let you go.” Jack bargains, beginning to lower his weapon, crouching down and placing his gun on the floor before holding his hands up in surrender.

“I heard your men out there, they’ll kill me.” The man then says, his anger never diminishing.

“They’re only out the front of the warehouse, I never thought to send anyone around the back, so you have a free escape if you go now. Just let the kid go.” Jack says, slowly straightening up and loosely gesturing to the door behind the leader. He remained silent for a moment, eyes flicking between the door and Jack, watching warily to see if he’d dive for his weapon. Keeping his gun trained on your temple, the leader begins to back away towards the door, moving the gun away from your temple momentarily to open the door before returning it to where it was against the side of your head, ignoring the slight whimper that left your lips as the gun digs into your temple again. The man glances between Jack and his doorway to freedom before harshly shoving you to the floor and exiting the warehouse, slamming the door behind him. Jack picked up his gun and made his way over to you, helping you get to your feet, and you immediately clung to his leg, taking him aback slightly. As you clung to his leg, Jack heard a singular gunshot ring out from outside. He knew it was a good idea to bring along a sniper.

“Are you hurt, kid?” Jack then asks, reminding himself of the task at hand as he carefully detaches you from his leg and crouches down to be at your height. You didn’t respond vocally to Jack’s question, just shaking your head as more tears rolled down your cheeks. Despite you shaking your head, Jack checked you over anyway, just to be sure. Once he was satisfied that you were indeed unharmed, he looked at you once more.

“What’s your name?” Jack asks, the gentlest tone to his voice that sounded foreign even to him.

“y/n.” Came your mumbled response, throat thick with tears as you wiped at your eyes harshly.

“Hi, y/n. I’m Jack.” Jack introduces himself to you, doing his best to maintain a gentle tone to not frighten you.

“Do you know where your parents live, y/n?” He then asks, receiving another head shake from you and fighting back a sigh as he glances up as if the ceiling held all the answers. He shouldn’t have expected a young child to know their parent’s address, but it would’ve made his life a lot easier.

“I don’t have any.” You mumble, making Jack look at you curiously.

“You don’t have parents?” He asks cautiously, hoping he somehow heard you wrong but when you nod in response, he lets out a soft sigh. You couldn’t be much older than five and he felt awful that you had no parents.

“I’m going to take you someplace safe, and we’ll talk with some people I know and look at finding you a nice place to live.” Jack says finally, straightening up and immediately you cling to his hand with your small one.

“Okay, kid. I’m going to need you to close your eyes while we leave the warehouse. I won’t let you trip or fall. Promise me you’ll keep your eyes closed.” Jack instructs, looking down at you as you nod, closing your eyes and clasping your free hand over your eyes for good measure. He didn’t want you to see the blood and dead bodies he knew were on the other side of the door. True to your promise, you kept your eyes closed the whole way through the warehouse, your nose wrinkling at the overwhelming stench of iron but you kept your eyes covered the whole time until Jack told you it was okay for you to open your eyes. When you uncover your eyes and blink them open, you discover that you’re standing in front of a car and Jack opens the door for you to climb in. A soldier offers you a hand to help you climb into the car, but you shy away, your grip tightening on Jack’s hand.

“Come on, in you get.” Jack says, letting you hold his hand to climb up into the car, curling up in one of the seats as soon as you’re in the car, eyeing the other soldiers standing by the car carefully. Sensing your discomfort, Jack climbed in the other backseat to offer a familiar presence and he hadn’t anticipated you clinging to his hand once more. If it had been any other situation, Jack was sure he would’ve taken his hand right out of your grip but there was something about the way you only trusted him that made his usually icy heart melt just a little.

The journey back to the military base was short and silent and when you all got out of the car, you were immediately clinging to Jack once more as he led you into one of the offices where Jack’s arrival was expected. The moment Jack entered the room and stood in the middle of the office, you hid behind his legs, aware of all the eyes that were on you as the Colonel stood from his desk.

“Ladies, would you two take young…” The Colonel begins, gesturing loosely in your direction as he realised, he didn’t know your name.

“y/n.” Jack fills in the blank for him.

“y/n. Thank you, Reacher. Take y/n here and get her washed and a change of clothes while we discuss the operation if you, please.” The Colonel finishes, and as the two approach you, you shy away further behind Jack’s legs.

“Hey kid, you go ahead and go with them, okay? They’re just going to get you cleaned up. I’ll be here when you’re done.” Jack says down to you as your head pokes out from behind his legs, looking up at him before tentatively stepping out from behind his legs and letting the two women usher you away so Jack and the Colonel can talk. Jack goes into detail regarding the mission and how it was successful before the subject moves on to returning you to your family.

“She told me she doesn’t have any parents. I don’t know what happened to them, but it seems she’s been alone for a while.” Jack explains as the Colonel nods along to Jack’s words, brow furrowing in thought.

“Okay, I’ll call up Child Protective Services and I’m sure they’ll find a safe and stable home for her.” The Colonel states, reaching for his office phone just as Jack speaks up.

“Actually, Sir. I’d like to take care of her.” The words left his mouth with no hesitation which took the Colonel by surprise. Jack Reacher was never a man who had shown much care for those around him, but you had come along and showed a side of him no one had seen before.

“Are you sure, Reacher? With your lifestyle, she wouldn’t have a very stable life.” The Colonel says, hand hovering over the phone as he watches Jack carefully.

“I’m very sure.” Jack nods, and the Colonel mirrors his action, his hand withdrawing from the phone. Just as the Colonel backs away from the phone you come rushing back into the office, sporting new clothes and damp hair, greeting Jack happily as he crouches down to be at your level.

“I got a choice for you. The Colonel here can call some people who will help find you a nice home, or you could come with me. It’s up to you.” Jack offers up the two choices and you fall silent, eyebrows bunched up as you think.

“I wanna stay with you.” You finally state, grinning at Jack who nods, straightening up and allowing you to grab hold of his hand as he turns to look over at the Colonel.

“Thank you for your assistance, Reacher. Maybe I’ll see you again.” The Colonel says, dismissing the two of you and you leave the base, skipping happily alongside Jack. Jack takes you to grab a quick meal while telling you that you’re both going to get on a bus after and head someplace new which you were excited about. When you got to the bus station, Jack paid for the two tickets, and you boarded the bus. You immediately claimed the window seat and Jack took the aisle seat. But Jack didn’t mind one bit, being on the aisle seat meant he could protect you much easier.

When the bus first departed, you were happily whispering to Jack about how excited you were about everything but soon they were replaced with stifled yawns.

“How about you take a nap, kid? I’ll wake you up when we get there.” Jack says softly, taking his jacket off and draping it over you like a blanket as you curl into the jacket, eyes soon closing. With you soon asleep, Jack figures he should get in some sleep of his own and rests his head against the chair and lets his eyes close.

When he feels a small weight rest against his arm his eyes slowly peel open again, glancing down to see you slumped against his arm. With the corners of his mouth twitching up into the smallest of smiles, he carefully winds his arm around you, tucking you into his side as you curl further into him a sleepy smile covering your own face.

Maybe being a parent wasn’t out of his comfort zone after all.

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ilovewhiteroses · 1 year

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The Eyes Will Tell Me Everything

Pairing: The Corinthian x Detective Reader Genre: Horror, thriller Warnings: violence, body horror, swearing Rating: +18

There were terrible murders in your town and you still haven't managed to catch the killer. Just when you thought that the perpetrator would never be found, a mysterious man offered you his help...

"Hi! Yeah, I'm on my way home. Now? Where? Tell me the address, I'll go there." you told your colleague on the phone and hung up. While cursing, you turned the car around and drove to the agreed address. You could have gone home after a long day, but the work was still not over. Though a detective's work is never really over.

You arrived at the location, which was a field next to a lake. Your police colleagues and a small crowd of people were already there, curious to see what had happened. You got out of your car, crossed the yellow tape and went to one of the crime scene investigators, who led you to the exact location of the murder.

You saw a dug-up mound of earth - it turned out that the killer had buried a corpse again. You walked over to the black bag and unzipped it. It contained a brown-haired woman in her 30s with a huge cut on her neck.

"They probably strangled her with a piano wire." you stated nonchalantly.

"This is the fourth one this week alone." a scene investigator told you. "In addition, he buried this one here too, in the ground near the lake." Meanwhile, you closed the zipper and lit a cigarette.

"Yes. It seems the killer has changed locations again. Until now, he buried them next to the cemetery or in the ground next to the abandoned warehouse. Fuck knows when he will change location again." you took a big hit on the cigarette. "Is it possible to know who the victim is?"

"Not yet, but soon she will be taken to the morgue and be identified there, and then her family will be notified." you nodded in agreement and then dropped the cigarette butt. You also talked to the police and found out that a man, who was walking his dog noticed the large pile, which he thought was suspicious, so he called the police. You said goodbye to your colleagues and went back to your car so you could finally go home.

There have been other crimes in the town, but such a series of brutal murders has never happened before. The investigation has been going on for months or more now, but you have only made little progress with the people you worked with on this case. Buried bodies were found at different places and who knows how many more there were, while the victims' families were waiting for you to finally bring them justice. You've solved every case so far, but this one was the most complicated yet.

Time was running out and more and more people were dead.

You parked your car in your driveway and entered your apartment. You barely ate anything all day, yet you weren't hungry. However, you almost collapsed from exhaustion, so you quickly got ready and literally fell into bed.

You took your work very seriously, so much so that it happened that you were up for days, sleeping for a maximum of 2 hours and drinking energy drinks and coffee. You knew it was very unhealthy, but you were driven by adrenaline and a desire for justice. You only slept and ate when you were really done.

If that wasn't enough, you've been dealing with the case even in your nightmares. You didn't tell anyone, but you felt guilty that the killer was still on the loose. Or killers. It was possible that the killer had followers and they killed and buried the corpses based on his methods.

You slept until early afternoon the next day. You got out of bed and went to the fridge to get something for lunch. Whenever possible, you always bought your favourite foods in advance just in case, so that you would always have something to eat and not have to go to the store tired.

You didn't go to your office, you wanted to rest a bit. Of course, that didn't mean you slept all day. You planned to go through the photos and crime scene reports of the victims so far to try and pick up on things that might not have been noticed before. You finished your meal, freshened up a bit and started your planned activity.

You didn't make much progress during the day, especially since they were looking for you on the phone many times and you couldn't really concentrate. Finally, after a long time, you took a hot bath, had dinner, and then went to sleep a little more calmly.

You had a nightmare again, but this time it was different. They didn't chase you, they didn't bury you. You have now found yourself in your own office. It was dark and no one was there but you. You turned on the light and went to your desk and sat in your swivel chair. You took a slow, deep breath and threw your head back, then looked at the ceiling.

"Wherever you are, I'll catch you and you'll go to jail for life, you fucking bastard!" you said threateningly.

Suddenly you heard footsteps. Without thinking, you reached to the side and felt that your gun was there. You took it out and held it upright with both hands.

"Whoever it is, hands up!” you said with all seriousness, even though you knew it wasn't reality. The steps were louder and louder in the dark, and when stepped out into the light, you suddenly saw a man in long coat and sunglasses with his hands up, a knife in one hand.

"Who the hell are you and what do you want with that knife?" you asked pointing your gun at him.

"Nothing now." the man answered in frustration. "Look, let me put my hands down and explain who I am. I promise I won't hurt you.” he said surrendering.

"Okay, then let's both put down our weapons at the same time." you said and slowly lowered yourself to the ground, putting down the gun and the man put down the knife.

"Now tell me who you are!" you said after you straightened up.

"Look, it's a damn long story, the point is that I'm a dark mirror that reflects the nightmares that humanity doesn't dare confront. In short, a nightmare.”

"Wow. You don’t say?" you asked cynically. "Seeing the knife, I knew you didn't come to make friends." the nightmare gave you a cynical look too, then continued.

"My name is The Corinthian, by the way. And who are you?” you ran your fingers through your hair.

"In a nutshell, I'm detective Y/N and I've been investigating a brutal killer for quite some time, but still to no avail."

"Whew, that sucks." Corinthian said pouting his lips.

"Yep. If we continue like this, it could drag on for several more years, and until then, who knows how many more people he will kill." you told him exasperated.

After a moment of silence, the man spoke up.

"I think I could help."

"And how?" you asked raising an eyebrow.

"Fortunately, I have access to your world, the Waking World. How about if you and I went to the morgue, I would eat the eyes of the dead, seeing the murders and finding out who the killer was."

There was a short pause.

"What?" you asked because you just couldn't believe it.

"You heard me right."

Countless questions arose in your mind, but there was no time to answer them and you had to consider. Either you take the opportunity and allow the strange guy to help you, or you continue to investigate based on your own methods, which would only make progress slowly.

Finally, after some hesitation, you agreed to let the sunglasses wearing man help you.

The next night you went to the morgue. Fortunately, you had a key to it, so you were able to get in without breaking in.

"Are these all victims of the spade killer?" Corinthian asked you as he looked around.

"Yes."

"Um. I think we should pull out, let's say six, and I'll SEE what I can do." he said, emphasizing the word. You were already afraid because you knew what he was up to. You pulled out six trays, men and women, and Corinthian rubbed his palms together excitedly.

"Oh my God!" you held your forehead.

"What is that?"

"Don't you think it will be noticeable that their eyeballs are missing?" you asked him nervously.

"No, because their eyes are closed. I lift their eyelids, take out the eyes, and then fold them back as if nothing had happened." Corinthian said calmly.

You were shit scared. Not only from this, but from the fact that you will be banned from investigative work for life if they find out that you desecrated the poor dead.

Corinthian used his thumbs to pop the eyes of unfortunate victims out of their sockets as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He took two from one victim, then pushed the tray back into the container and the next one came. You couldn't bear to watch all this, you stood with your back to him while he whistled cheerfully.

It's official. This is the most bizarre, surreal thing that has ever happened to me. In my career, the sight of gunshot wounds and severed body parts was no problem, but the eyes...plus, there's this weird guy who eats them. Although, if catching the killer depends on this, then so be it, you thought to yourself.

"I'm ready, you can turn around!" the nightmare said when he was done removing the eyes of the dead. You turned around and there were 12 eyeballs on a silver tray.

"Are you okay?" he asked you as he saw you pale. "Think of these as Halloween decorations or candies"

If only it was that easy.

"And now you're really…going to eat them?" you asked and gulped, because you didn't want to believe that you had said that sentence.

"Yes, but not in the way you think." he said taking off his sunglasses. If you thought what had happened so far was bizarre, the sight of Corinthian's eyes was beyond anything else.

"Oh my god! Those...those are teeth?" you asked pointing to his eyes. It was an exaggeration to call them eyes, because they were actually two small mouths with teeth.

Now, this is definitely just a dream, because there is no such thing! you tried to calm yourself, even though you were aware of what was happening around you the whole time.

"Yes. I use these to eat people's eyes."

Corinthian reached for the first eyeball and placed it in the small mouth where his left eye was, which munched on the eye like a predator on flesh, and when he was done with it, blood began to flow out, making him look like he was crying red tears.

It was a shocking sight, you realized - but at the same time it was interesting as well.

"Well, did you see anything?" you asked him

"Yes. I felt that my hands were tied behind me. I was walking down the stairs in the dark with someone, and then I felt myself fall to the ground with my knees. Someone turned on the light. I was in a basement, which was empty and unsettling. Then suddenly someone behind my back pulled me away and turned me around. And then I saw a guy in his 40s with short, dark hair. He said something, but I didn't understand because the fear suppressed my hearing too much. Then the man went behind me and suddenly I felt that he was strangling me with a piano wire."

"Wait, you saw the killer?" you asked excitedly. Finally, progress on the case!

"Yes and also where he killed." Corinthian got excited as well, then reached for a new eye from the next pair.

"I can't believe I'm asking this, but don't you eat the other eye?" you asked.

"No, because I'd see the same thing. Instead, I'll eat one eye at a time to see what the other victims saw. I'll eat their pairs at the end as dessert."

You let out a big sigh.

This time Corinthian placed the eye in his right eye mouth. Chewing, then bloody tears.

"And what did you see now?"

"Same as before, only now he stabbed me with a dagger."

After that, he ate the rest of the eyes and their pairs as bonus treats. Among other things, he saw and felt that he was beaten to death with a hammer or was killed with a nail gun, but in each case the killer used different methods. You already knew these things from the post-mortem reports of the corpses and the visible wounds on them. But finally, you knew who was the killer and where did he carry out his horrible deeds.

"Okay, now that we know who the perpetrator is, let's go to the scene tomorrow and wait there to see if he shows up!" you said excitedly. Corinthian shook his head.

"That's not good, because he can still kill until then. It would be better to catch him as soon as possible." you thought for a moment.

"You're right. Then let's go now to see if he'll be there." After you locked up, you left the morgue and went to the place where that particular basement was.

You drove the car and Corinthian told you where to go. He also saw with one eye that he looked out of the basement window in relatively daylight and saw a large, old tree, which was a good clue for you to know exactly where to go. You came to an abandoned house, near which there really was a huge tree.

"This is it." you said and you both got out of the car and quietly sneaked to the house. You approached the basement entrance, you with your gun in hand and him with his knife. You leaned against the wall and heard muffled screams.

"Fuck!" Corinthian cursed to himself.

"Listen, I'll enter from here, from the street front, you enter from the house, okay?"

"Okay!" he nodded and went into the house.

You carefully opened the door and quietly went down the stairs, gun held in front of you. As you got closer and closer to the screaming, you shouted.

"Hands up!"

As you turned in you saw the killer who indeed looked as Corinthian said. He had a knife in his hand, which he pressed against the neck of the woman whose desperate screams you heard.

"Let the woman go!" you yelled angrily and pointed the gun at the killer's head.

"No! She belongs to me now!” said the man madly.

A few tense minutes later, just when you thought the killer was going to kill the woman right in front of you, the nightmare stabbed the man in the back with his own knife and the woman managed to escape. She ran to you as best she could, you untied her hands and tried to calm her down, while you called the police and the ambulance. Meanwhile, Corinthian did not kill the killer, but only inflicted a few stab wounds on him so that he could not attack, and then disappeared.

When your police colleagues arrived, you told them that you started fighting with the killer and that you stabbed him a couple of times with his knife.

A few weeks later, you ran into Corinthian on the street.

"What's up Columbo?" he asked in a good mood.

"Hi! I would like to say that I am very grateful for your help! Not only did we finally manage to arrest the killer, but I also received an award for solving the case." you told him happily.

"Really? That's amazing, congratulations!” he gave his hand to you and shook it in acknowledgment. "I'm proud of you! And, I know my methods are quite unusual, I'm happy to help if you need me again."

You smiled and told Corinthian that you would look for him in your nightmares if you needed him.

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 2 months

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On Death's Doorstep (pt 41/53?)

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Word count: 1612

Rating: Teen

Pairings: parental Moxiety, past Virgil/omc

Warnings: past abuse, implied abuse, current torture, blood, nonlinear narrative, psychic powers

~~~START~~~

Something about the overhead light felt like needles slowly piercing his skin. The light didn’t respond to his will, if anything, it seemed to get sharper when he tried to bend it away from himself. It grated at his nerves, keeping him too keyed-up to drop fully into unconsciousness, but not so aware that he was fully conscious either; he was drifting in a haze of slow-burning agony.

He couldn’t teleport either. Every time he’d tried it had felt like he’d slammed his head into a brick wall.

It was a trap. Of course it was a trap — he’d known it was a trap.

He didn’t even get to see his dads. He didn’t know if they were ok.

The warehouse looked empty when he entered it, but he knew his dads were close — in a basement by the feel of it. He was careful, creeping through the building as quietly as he could, but when something heavy slammed into him, he was caught completely off guard.

The force of the hit sent him careening into some of the factory’s machinery. He tried to teleport away, but someone had set up a field around the warehouse, blocking his escape; he did teleport twenty yards away though, hoping to catch his as-of-yet unseen adversary off guard. This field wasn’t very sophisticated, and the teleportation left a metallic taste in his mouth.

He tried desperately to scan his surroundings, but the warehouse was so dark that he couldn’t see anything other than vague dark shadows, none of which were person shaped. Out of nowhere, a tendril of electricity shot out, missing his arm by mere inches as he quickly sprang away. The whips kept coming as the crackle of electricity dimly illuminated the new supervillain — Whiplash, he thought he remembered the news saying.

Hoping to use the darkness to his advantage, he concentrated an orb of light near where he thought the villain’s eyes were. The whips stopped as the villain stumbled back, though weirdly, he didn’t cry out in surprise of pain.

He was about to press his advance when he was suddenly hit by a sharp pain to the back. He collapsed on the floor, paralyzed but conscious.

“There now,” a voice said as a new assailant leaned over him. “That wasn’t so hard.”

The new adversary reached for him, but he managed to teleport once more.

“Fucker!” He heard the voice mutter to itself before addressing him specifically. “You can’t get away! That toxin will keep you from moving, and the Holder will keep you from teleporting out!”

‘Holder’? He thought, mentally shaking his head. Is that the best they could come up with?

He couldn’t stand, his field of vision was painfully limited to what he could see while his cheek was pressed into the floor; he could teleport, but not to true safety; he was pretty sure he could still bend light and shadows, but that might do him more harm than good while he tried to hide.

He could hear footsteps around him, but the reverberation throughout the warehouse made pinpointing where they came from impossible. He was just about to teleport again when a whip of electricity suddenly hit its mark.

He was out before he really knew what hit him.

The door to his cell slid open and he tried to drag himself into something more resembling consciousness. He heard the clicking of heels as a figure approached him, but his mind was too clouded to really see what was coming.

“Well, well, well.” The voice sent chills down his spine and the resulting jolt of adrenaline cleared Virgil’s vision and thoughts. Dr. Agon stood before him, her typical predatory grin gracing her ruby lips. “It’s been too long, Knightcaster, we’ve been worried about you.”

Virgil didn’t trust his voice, so he said nothing.

“You know who else we’re worried about?” Agon continued, seemingly satisfied with Virgil’s lack of response. “Patton. Won’t you tell me where he is? He must be so scared and alone.”

“…fuck…you,” Virgil managed to rasp out.

“Fine,” Agon’s eyes flashed dangerously. “We’ll do this the hard way then, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I don’t like having my things stolen, Knightcaster.”

“G’ ‘t…hell…”

Agon’s smile widened slightly. “Come here 1013.”

The door opened again and a gaunt figure slunk in. If it weren’t for the bright pink hair — slick with grease as it might be — they might look like the girl from The Ring; they wore a dirty smock that might have once been white with long lank hair falling in front of their face. They looked so completely different that it wasn’t until just before their hand plunged into his chest that Virgil remembered that he’d met this person before.

It was an unseasonably warm October day when Knightcaster was sent downtown to bring in a supervillain with some kind of mind-manipulation powers. She had apparently been forcing people to withdraw money from an atm when some cops had reported to the scene — no sooner had those cops arrived than they were flapping their arms and clucking like chickens.

The supervillain had called herself Ebony, ironic, given how deathly pale her skin was, almost as though she was glowing. Her pink hair fluttered around her in a wind that didn’t seem to exist, it was the same electric pink as the blood that dripped more heavily from her hands with every person whose soul she reached into.

As soon as she saw Knightcaster she took off running in the opposite direction. She barely made it three steps when she collided with Knightcaster’s chest, the hero having teleported into her path.

She reared back with a snarl and plunged her pink hand into Knightcaster’s chest.

Virgil was thrown forcefully from the memory. He was no longer in that room with the sharp lights, or at least… it didn’t look like he was in the room, it looked like he was in a space that was both devoid of and saturated with color. Standing across from him, looking slightly more like herself in a black MCR shirt, black spandex shorts sticking out from underneath a pink and black plaid miniskirt, and fishnet stockings — though still lifeless and defeated — was Ebony.

“This will be easier if you cooperate,” she croaked, her mouth never moving.

“I haven’t been feeling very cooperative lately,” Virgil shot back.

“Where’s the target?” Ebony asked, an image of four-year-old Patton appearing in the space between them.

“I’ve never seen that child before,” Virgil lied.

Ebony cocked her head and the void around them began shifting, Virgil’s own memories shaping the surroundings materializing around them.

Virgil wrenched the memory to the side and his old apartment he’d lived in with Orin materialized. Cracked countertop and all.

“No,” Ebony said, sounding bored and listless, not at all like the villain Virgil had fought before.

The apartment began to shift again, so Virgil threw all his mental weight against the flow. Evading psychics like this had been a part of his training, and he was certain that if Ebony wasn’t as unwell as she was that his time — hours? Days? Weeks? — in the sharp lights would have weakened him below her abilities.

The child shifted and changed with the surroundings, and when the shifting stopped, a very different child stood between them.

The new — old — child was five. He was going by a name that wasn’t quite his own. He wore a bright pink shirt that he only ever wore in tandem with his overalls, though he didn’t know why yet. The shirt, Virgil knew, had pink rhinestones spelling out the word “Princess” hidden beneath the bib of the overalls. The overalls had holes worn into both knees as this boy had a penchant for adventuring with his dads. His hair had been recently shorn short after a mishap with a classmate and some gum; he liked it better this way.

Around them was a house that hadn’t changed much in twenty-one years — though maybe it had, Virgil hadn’t seen it in so long. There was a television across from a comfortably worn couch; bookcases taking up one wall, half filled with books, and half filled with various DVDs and video games. The coffee table in front of the couch was completely clear of dishes or trash in a way it almost never was.

“No.” Ebony’s voice was harder now. She tried to shift the scene again, but Virgil gritted his teeth and kept the surroundings from changing.

The boy became taller, older, he was wearing a hoodie now, and clutching a worn copy of Dante’s inferno in his hand.

“No!”

Ebony yanked more forcefully, and their surroundings began to shift. Virgil pushed against it as hard as he could, but it almost wasn’t enough.

The scene solidified into Virgil and Orin’s living room, an adult Virgil was curled up on the couch, holding a week-old Patton in his arms. At the time, Virgil had been amazed by his perfect tiny son. He still was.

He would do anything for that kid.

He kicked back against Ebony and the scene melted around them.

Virgil opened his eyes to the numbing pain of the sharp lights. Before him on the ground, lying in a pool of toxic pink blood, was Ebony. Her mess of hair had parted and Virgil could see her pitch-black eyes staring listlessly ahead of her.

“Shame,” Agon sighed, completely bored. “Don’t worry, Knightcaster, we have more ways to get you to talk. R&D’s going to be very interested to see how well their toys work.”

As her heels click-clacked out of the room, Virgil’s head hit his chest.

~~~END~~~

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literaticat · 3 months

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What does it take for a book to make a publisher a million dollars on a title? Yes, robust promotion, hard work and a sprinkle of luck! But sales wise is 500 K copies or more a very realistic ballpark-ish figure? Talking MG of course!

Huh. I mean just in terms of numbers, uh... do you rlly want me to do math this early in the morning? OK, but I warn you, nobody ever reads the math posts, so it's probably for nothing.

Of course IT DEPENDS is really the answer, but. Let's say the hardcover book retails at $20. You, the author, get 10% of the retail price, in this case, $2 per book. If you sold 500k copies at the regular retail price of $20, that's ten million dollars, your 10% is one million dollars, so you would have earned a million dollars in royalties, less your advance that you already received. (Never mind that most books don't come remotely close to selling 500k, or the fact that many of your book sales would probably be 'exports' or 'special sales' or something that has a different royalty rate, or the fact that this doesn't take into account subsidiary rights -- whatever, we're doing BASIC numbers here!)

But that's not what you asked - you asked how many would it take for A PUBLISHER to make a million dollars. The answer in this scenario is: Less than 500k. Obviously the publisher 'earns out' before you do. But let me see if I can break it down:

The retail price is $20 at the bookstore. The bookstore gets around 40-50% of that, the publisher around 50-60% so let's call it 55% and say the publisher gets $11 per every book sold. We know that $2 goes to you, the author. In this scenario, that means they get $9 per book sold. But how much did 500k books cost to PRINT? To warehouse? To ship? How much are they paying the employees who edited, designed, managed, printed, boxed, schlepped, shipped? How much to keep the lights on? How much was their initial outlay for this book? THAT I have no idea. But we do know that they are running a business and presumably intend for that business to be profitable, and they certainly crunch a lotta numbers before they offer, so -- let's say each book costs them $3 all-in. (Like, say, $2 for printing /shipping that particular single book, and $1 for that individual book's portion of the employee salary, lights being on, account for returns/damages/shipping problems or WHATEVER). I have no idea if I'm right btw, this is total guesswork, but hey.

IN THIS SCENARIO, that means to print 500k copies, they laid out 1.5 million dollars, and they are making $6 per unit sold. So they will have recouped their investment and gotten to a million dollars by the time they sold 417k, approx.

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zablife · 2 years

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Hi! Congratulations again on this amazing milestone! ✨✨

May I request a 🍾 with the prompt “I forgive, but I don’t forget.” + Alfie (of course 🙈♥️) but please, there's no rush, take your time if you need it!. I'm @raincoffeeandfandoms (side-blog problems. I can't send ask directly with that blog 😔) thanks in advance! ♥️

Prompt-"I forgive, but I don't forget." w/ Alfie

You walked behind your uncle through the darkened distillery, holding a small Italian flag. The fabric wavered in the breeze, but also from the slight tremble in your hand. You weren't altogether sure an agreement could be reached with the mad baker. Your uncle had warned you he could be unpredictable. You took a deep breath as the large doors in front of you opened and the man in question came lumbering toward you, holding out a basket of freshly baked bread. He was ruggedly handsome and you couldn't help but stare as he crossed to greet your family.

"What's he doing?" you whispered to your cousin, mesmerized by the man in the dark clothing and shiny jewelry, crown tattoos decorating his large hands.

"Don't worry, it means peace. He forgives us," he said with a confident nod of his head.

You let out a sigh of relief, hoping he was right and listened carefully to the exchange between the two leaders. It all seemed to be going well, but you still had the meal to enjoy. Enjoy might be a strong word, as your uncle was never one to hold his tongue and could easily ruin this goodwill with a well-placed barb.

You tried to dismiss the thought as you took your place at the long table in front of you, chair legs screeching against the concrete floor like a warning. The men standing guard around you unsettled you, but you reminded yourself that it was in Mr. Solomon's best interest to listen to your uncle's proposal.

As the dinner progressed, you relaxed. No one had spoken unkindly and your uncle had even apologized for his withering remarks about Jews. Negotiations to unite against the Shelby family were well underway when you excused yourself to find the lavatory.

Your uncle had asked you to do so as an excuse to search Mr. Solomon's office, knowing he would never suspect a shy thing like you capable of such a thing. To your delight, the office was open and you managed to read through several important documents before escaping back down the stairs toward the room where the dinner was being held.

As you negotiated your way back through the damp and darkened corridors of the rum house, someone appeared before you in the shadows and you gasped suddenly at the surprise.

"Find what you were looking for, pet?" a familiar voice rumbled. You gulped harshly, thinking of an excuse he might believe.

"I was only trying to find my way back to the table, Mr. Solomons. Your warehouse is rather confusing," you demurred.

"Is that so?" he said stroking his beard and entering a pool of light to study you. You nodded hastily hoping he would allow you to rejoin your family. However, you couldn't tell from his expression if he had bought your lie.

Placing a heavy, ringed hand on your shoulder he leaned forward and you felt his beard tickle your cheek as he whispered in your ear. "I don't trust you fucking wops. I forgive, but I don't forget."

Your pulse quickened under his touch as you assured him, "You can trust me, I swear it." In order to further distract him, you turned your head and captured him in a searing kiss, running a hand through his hair. He grasped your wrist tightly and for a moment you thought he might haul you back to you uncle and declare he'd found you snooping, thus inciting a new gang war. However, you were delighted to learn that wasn't his intention at all. He only pulled you closer, slamming you into a nearby wall, pushing the breath from your lungs further as he lifted you off the ground and wrapped your legs around his waist, shoving his tongue into your mouth greedily.

You pulled away for a moment to look into his hungry eyes, dragging a finger down the side of his face seductively and asked, "Perhaps I could help you forget?"

He smirked at you as he pushed the hair from your face. "Forget what?" he asked playfully and you knew your mission was a success.

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purlturtle · 5 months

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11, 12, 19, 20 for the fic asks!

Thank you for the ask! (Full list here)

11: What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing?

Bering and Wells for Year of the OTP 2023 was a challenge I set myself: not just to fill a prompt each month, but do it in a drabble, and still create a cohesive narrative. I often say that I "don't do short" - all my stories tend to run long. So I really tried to do the opposite here: find small scenes that work as a drabble, fill the prompt, and still advance a plot. And I think I managed to do that!

12: What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it?

"Not This": What To Expect When Faced With H.G. Wells - A Field Guide by Myka Bering - it's my Big Bang contribution, and I still hate the title, and yeah, I struggled with it. But I had a great beta reader and cheerleader in @anandabrat, without whom this fic would NOT have been written. I'm proud of how it turned out, but man. This fic fought me.

19: Share your favorite opening line:

I'm gonna go with two lines here, because they belong together:

The apartment feels different, with Helena in it. Oh yeah, and Steve too, of course.

This is from the Bering and Wells Advent Calendar collab, Day #2 "Never have a crush on your flatmate" - I wanted to express the dreaminess of having a crush, twirling your hair and grinning like an idiot and seeing a change in a place that's hardly changed at all just because you have a crush. And then you remind yourself that your crush isn't the only one who's new to the apartment, and that you really shouldn't be daydreaming and twirling your hair like that but should be a responsible adult who acknowledges the Steve too. Of course. I repeated the "and Steve too" at the end of the next paragraph as well, just to drive it home.

20: Share your favorite ending line:

I'll go with two lines again:

Helena snorted a soft laugh. “Well, sometimes people do change.” Myka grinned. She felt incredibly at peace with herself. “I guess sometimes they do,” she said.

This something I love to do - take something from canon and put it in an AU, or canon divergent fic, give it a slightly different spin. Something for the Warehouse fans to find, like an Easter egg, and hopefully for others who might find their way to my stories just a good line that works within the story. This is from Sometimes dæmons change.

Again, thanks for asking! This was fun!

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Amazing Selling Machine, or ASM, is one of the most popular and expensive Amazon FBA courses on the market. It is a 9-week online training program that teaches you how to build a profitable brand on Amazon, using the private label model. ASM also includes access to a private community, mentorship, software, and live events. Pros ○ The course is based on a proven system that has helped thousands of students create successful Amazon businesses, with some of them making millions of dollars in sales. ○ The course is constantly updated to reflect the latest strategies and best practices on Amazon. ○ The course is taught by Matt Clark and Jason Katzenback, two of the most successful and respected Amazon sellers and educators in the industry. ○ The course comes with a 30-day money-back guarantee, and a 6-month buyback guarantee, which means they will buy back your inventory and refund your course fee if you are not satisfied with your results. ○ The course includes access to a private community of over 30,000 members, where you can get support, feedback, and networking opportunities. ○ The course also includes access to mentorship from experienced Amazon sellers, software tools to help you run your business, and live events to learn from experts and network with peers. Cons ○ The course is very expensive, costing $4,997 for a one-time payment, or $997 for 6 monthly payments, which can be a huge barrier for some beginners who don't have enough capital to invest. ○ The course is very competitive, as many students are selling similar products and using similar strategies, which can make it harder to stand out and rank on Amazon. ○ The course is very intensive and demanding, requiring a lot of time, effort, and commitment to follow the steps and complete the assignments. Rating and verdict I give Amazing Selling Machine a 4.8-star rating, and I recommend it to anyone who has the budget and the motivation to learn Amazon FBA from a reputable and successful course. ASM is one of the most comprehensive and advanced Amazon FBA courses on the market, but it is not for everyone.

Marketplace Superheroes by Stephen Somers and Robert Rickey

Marketplace Superheroes is a 12-module online course that teaches you how to build a global brand on Amazon, using the private label model. The course focuses on finding low-competition, high-demand products that you can sell across multiple Amazon marketplaces, using their unique 4S product criteria. Marketplace Superheroes also includes access to a suite of software tools, a private community, and a freight service. Pros ○ The course teaches you how to diversify your income and reduce your risk by selling your products in different countries and currencies, using their global expansion strategy. ○ The course is based on a simple and effective system that has helped over 8,000 students create profitable Amazon businesses, with some of them making 6 or 7 figures in sales. ○ The course is taught by Stephen Somers and Robert Rickey, two successful Amazon sellers and mentors who have over 10 years of experience in e-commerce. ○ The course comes with a 30-day money-back guarantee, and access to a private Facebook group, weekly Q&A sessions, and live workshops. ○ The course also includes access to a suite of software tools that can help you find, validate, source, and launch your products, as well as a freight service that can handle your shipping and logistics. Cons ○ The course is not very cheap, costing $997 for a one-time payment, or $97 for 12 monthly payments, which can be a significant investment for some beginners. ○ The course is not very updated, as some of the modules and videos are from 2018 or 2019, which can make some of the information and strategies outdated or irrelevant. ○ The course is not very detailed or comprehensive, as some of the topics and steps are covered briefly or superficially, which can leave some learners confused or wanting more. Rating and verdict I give Marketplace Superheroes a 4-star rating, and I recommend it to anyone who wants to learn Amazon FBA from a different and unique perspective, and get access to a suite of software tools and a freight service. Marketplace Superheroes is a simple and effective Amazon FBA course, but it is not very updated or comprehensive.

Comparison Table

In this section, I will provide a summary and comparison of the key features and ratings of the three Amazon FBA courses that I reviewed in the previous section. These courses are: ○ Freedom Ticket by Kevin King and Helium 10 ○ Amazing Selling Machine by Matt Clark and Jason Katzenback ○ Marketplace Superheroes by Stephen Somers and Robert Rickey I will compare each course based on the following criteria: ○ Course content and quality ○ Course price and value ○ Course support and community ○ Course bonuses and guarantees ○ Course rating and verdict I will also use color coding, icons, or symbols to highlight the differences and similarities between the courses. The table below shows the comparison of the courses at a glance.

Course Content Price Support Bonuses Rating Verdict

Freedom Ticket 🔥 Comprehensive and updated 💸 Free with Helium 10 👥 Private group, Q&A, events 🎁 30-day guarantee 🏆 5 stars 👍 Best value Amazing Selling Machine 🔥 Proven and advanced 💸 $4,997 or $997 x 6 👥 Private community, mentorship, events 🎁 30-day and 6-month guarantees 🏆 4 stars 👍 Best comprehensive Marketplace Superheroes 🔥 Simple and effective 💸 $997 or $97 x 12 👥 Private group, Q&A, workshops 🎁 30-day guarantee 🏆 4 stars 👍 Best unique

The table shows that Freedom Ticket is the best value Amazon FBA course, as it offers a comprehensive and updated content, free with Helium 10, which is one of the best tools for Amazon sellers. Amazing Selling Machine is the best comprehensive Amazon FBA course, as it offers a proven and advanced content, with a lot of support, community, and guarantees. Marketplace Superheroes is the best unique Amazon FBA course, as it offers a simple and effective content, with a global expansion strategy and a suite of software tools and a freight service.

Conclusion

You've reached the end of this post, and I hope you've learned a lot about the best Amazon FBA courses for beginners and advanced sellers. In this post, I've reviewed and compared three of the top courses on the market: ○ Freedom Ticket by Kevin King and Helium 10 ○ Amazing Selling Machine by Matt Clark and Jason Katzenback ○ Marketplace Superheroes by Stephen Somers and Robert Rickey

I've also shown you the pros and cons, the features and benefits, the prices and guarantees, and the ratings and verdicts of each course. I've also given you my honest and unbiased opinion on which course is the best for you, based on your goals, budget, and skill level.

Now, it's time for you to take action and enroll in the course that suits your needs and goals. Whether you choose Freedom Ticket, Amazing Selling Machine, or Marketplace Superheroes, you'll be getting access to a high-quality and comprehensive Amazon FBA course that can teach you everything you need to know to start and grow your online business.

But don't wait too long, because these courses are in high demand and may not be available for long. Plus, some of them offer limited-time bonuses and discounts that you don't want to miss. So, click on the link below and get started with your Amazon FBA journey today!

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Inside, outside

Paring: 10k x reader, Addy Carver x sister reader

Warnings: Violence, blood and swearing

Chapter: 3.01

You're in a daze. You faintly register the sound of gunshots and yelling going on around you, but you pick up what they are saying. 10k is gone. You only look up when a woman stands in front of you with an unreadable expression on her face.

You glare as she takes a picture of your face on some device, which tells her who you were. “Y/N Carver, this might sting a little.”

You practically growl as a man steps forward and sticks a needle into your neck to check your blood. Addy narrows her eyes at him and asks, “Does it say we don’t play well with others? Because we don’t.”

You roll your eyes and move from kneeling on your knees to sitting on your bum when the woman in charge starts asking where Murphy is. Of course, all these men with guns were looking for him, it was always the same.

Suddenly, you are yanked to your feet by one of the soldiers who orders you to start walking. “Why should I do anything you say? Who even are you?”

You try to fight against the soldier when he ties your hands together. Doc gave you a pleading look, “I know your hurting kid, but please don’t do anything stupid.”

You stare into the older man’s eyes and nod. You let out a frustrated sigh and began walking. The only thing that was stopping you from head butting the soldier was knowing that Doc wouldn’t be able to cope with losing you and 10k. He cared about everyone in your group, but he had a father-like relationship with both of you.

Warren meets your eyes and she says, “We’ll get through this.”

You hoped she was right, but truthfully, you had no idea how you would.

—

You stare in amazement as a solider throws a grenade that was like nothing you’d ever seen before. Green lasers came out of it and scanned the faces of each Z before killing them. You opened your mouth to tell 10K you'd try to steal some for him, but quickly closed it when you realised he wasn't with you.

When another Z runs out of the tree line, Warren kills it by stamping on its head. She uses this to her advantage, and the woman in charge agrees for you all to have your hands untied and your weapons back.

“So who are you?” Warren asks.

“I am Dr. Sun, a virologist from Laos.” She went on to explain that she’d worked with the best scientists in the world, but so far they hadn’t managed to make a cure, which is why they needed Murphy, but first she needed to find her supply drop.

You take a deep breath to steady yourself as you try to keep your composure as waves of grief start crashing against you. Tommy is dead. The explosion killed him. You'll never see him again. You'll never hug him again. He's gone because he took a bullet meant for you.

You flinch slightly when you feel something touching your hand. Addy gives you a sad smile before linking her fingers with yours.

—

After walking for a couple of hours, Dr. Sun ordered her men to stop and present you all with weapons they had modified for each of you. You were impressed with the electrocuting arrows that you received.

“Thank you,” you say sincerely before looking over at your sister, who has got an electric bat with spikes sticking out of it. “Hey, we match.”

She let out a nervous chuckle. The advanced weapons freaked her out. You walked towards Doc, who was looking up at the sky, “10K would have loved this.”

“Yeah, he would have. I’m sorry, Astra. If I could turn back time, I wouldn’t have let him go.”

You pushed down the lump forming in the back of your throat. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, so you just nodded in agreement before continuing to walk on ahead.

—

Warren pointed to a parachute on the roof of a large warehouse. “I think the supply drop has gotten stuck up there.”

“Wow,” you say, noticing a couple of Z’s running into the building. “You guys see how fast they are going?”

“Damn,” Hector said, shaking his head. “Those are Enders.”

“Are they some kind of hyped crackhead zombies?” Doc asks.

“They’re worse than zombies. They’re humans, but their brains are fried.”

You watched as more Enders ran into the building. “We aren’t the only ones who are wanting those supplies. We better get ready for another shoot out.”

“Best get our dancing shoes on,” Doc says, seriously. “It’s gonna be a party.”

—

You followed behind the soldiers as they entered the abandoned building. You noticed how they wasted their bullets by firing at Z’s multiple times instead of aiming for their heads. You could tell the doctor had spent most of the apocalypse behind the safety of walls because she was shocked to see so many bodies and bloodshed.

“The zombies want to eat our brains, but what do the Enders want?” She asks.

“To kill us before we kill them.”

Hector raised his brows when he saw the shocked expression on the doctor's face. She looked almost scared by your words. He walked beside you, “Sometimes people think they can handle a situation in theory, but the reality of it is too much for them to handle.”

You agreed with him but didn’t continue the conversation. You were still unsure if you could trust him or not. When you nearly reached the location, you were ordered to stay back while one of the soldiers threw the same laser grenade as before.

“Enders!” Hector called out before pushing you and Dr.Sun behind a large piece of metal to use as a shield.

One of the Enders threw the grenade back, killing all of the doctors men. Sun Mei let out a yell before diving over to her injured lieutenant. The moment she moved, the Enders began to charge towards your group.

You began shooting at them until the last Ender hit the ground. It was hard to concentrate. All you could think about was how much easier a fight it would have been if 10k was with you. Your eyes scan the area for any more threats but see none. “I think we killed them all.”

Warren nodded, “We better go before their friends come looking for them.”

—

When you reached the supply point, you weren’t surprised to see that it had been emptied, but Sun Mei was. Her eyes were glossed with fear as she tried to process everything that had just happened.

“Hey, how are you holding up?” Warren asks.

“I’m good.” The older woman frowns at you. Warren had been your leader and friend for over two years. She knew when you were lying. “Okay, I’m not, but I don’t have time to think about what I-we have lost right now.”

She gave you a small smile. She understood how hard it is to try and remain strong when your heart is breaking. Garnett, Mack, and now 10k. History just keeps repeating itself.

“I never got to ask before, what happened with Vasquez?”

Your face scrunched up at the mention of his name. “He was a jackass... I don’t know if it matters now, but he did care for you. He was just so caught up in his need for revenge that his anger blinded him to it.”

Warren patted you on the back and said, “Thank you. Now let’s get the hell out of here and figure out what’s next.”

—

You relished the feeling of the rain hitting your skin. Despite the fact that it was probably filled with chemicals, it somehow made you feel cleaner. You overheard Warren and Hector's conversation as you walked towards them.

“What do you think?” He asked, looking at Sun Mei, who was visibly distraught.

“That it’s time for a new plan.”

You were about to ask Warren what she was thinking but got distracted by a noise coming from inside the building. It was a metallic tapping noise, and it was very annoying.

“I’ll be right back,” you say.

With your knife ready, you try to investigate the noise but can’t find its source. You feel like all eyes are on you. “Tommy?” You whispered, “Tommy?”

You feel stupid for thinking there was any possibility he would answer you. Giving up your search, you turn to leave but are confronted with an Ender. You reach for your gun, but it’s too late. Somebody beat you to it. The bullet hit the ender in the chest, causing blood to pour out through his shirt. The Ender lets out a high pitched moan before gargling up blood and falling to the ground.

You look around before crouching down beside him, “So who shot you?”

Assuming that it was someone in your group who shot the Ender and it was the Ender that made all the noise, you left. You had no idea that 10k was watching you from afar with tears in his eyes. That he wanted to run to you but had to stay away for your own safety. He wasn’t safe to be around, not since Murphy bit him.

You noticed your group standing around a jeep talking to someone. Murphy. Anger filled your veins. You walked up to the vehicle, swung the door open, dragged him out, and threw him onto the ground. “You son of a bitch! Where is he? Where is 10k?”

Murphy gulped down, “He didn’t make it.”

“Bullshit,” you hiss before punching him in the face. You continue to take all your anger and frustration out on Murphy before being dragged off him by your sister.

“Astra, this isn’t helping.”

“Let me go! 10k didn’t deserve to die!”

“And thanks to you, he’s dead. It wasn’t me he took the bullet for.”

You practically lunge from your sister's grasp and hook him, before feeling arms wrap around your waist. “Screw you!” Both Addy and Hector were holding you back. “You’ve been dying to get rid of him for ages!”

Murphy stood up and pretended to be innocent when everyone else glared at him. “I have no idea what she’s talking about!”

“Really, what about the time you went to bite him? Or did you conveniently forget about that!”

“Murphy,” Addy said sternly. “Did you try to bite 10k?”

“If I was lying, one of his zombified pets would have shot me,” you hissed. “But he’s not making them do it because he knows I’m not lying!”

Knowing he couldn’t lie his way out of it, Murphy said nothing. Addy let you go, and motioned for Hector to do the same. When you are free, you pin Murphy to the ground again. “If I find out you were behind that explosion or you did anything to hurt 10k, it will be your last day as a human. Got it?”

When you stepped back, Murphy stood up and dusted himself off. He smirked at you, “10k scarified himself for you, but I wonder how far you would go to save him. Probably not enough.”

You attempted to hit Murphy again, but Doc pulled you back and away from everyone else. “Come on, he’s not worth it.”

“But Tommy was!” You cried.

“I know he was, but he wouldn’t want to see you like this. The kid wouldn’t want to see you fall apart.”

“But I can’t do this without him… I don’t know how.”

Doc stroked your hair gently as you sobbed into his chest. You only stopped crying when more Enders appeared and you needed to run.

—

“Murphy has officially lost it,” Addy says, throwing her hands in the air dramatically. “He has already turned Dr. Merch into a blend along with real soldiers. How are we supposed to ever get close enough to take him?”

“It’s gonna be tough,” Warren clicks her tongue. “But we are gonna stop him. I’m not sure how yet, but we need to if we want to save humanity.”

“I’m in. I’ll do whatever it takes to stop him from ruining anymore lives.”

Murphy's words replay in your head. I wonder how far you would go to save him. Something wasn’t adding up. Nobody in your group would have had enough time to shoot the Ender that tried to attract you and get outside before you did. Murphy was a pathological liar, and he didn’t care that you beat the shit out of him. He just smirked, as if he knew something you didn’t.

Maybe you only believed it because you wanted to, but you had a gut feeling 10K was alive.

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argumate · 2 years

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Ukrainian officials are increasingly acknowledging Ukrainian counteroffensive operations in Kherson Oblast. Kherson Oblast Administration Advisor Serhiy Khlan stated on July 24 that Ukrainian forces are undertaking unspecified counteroffensive actions in Kherson Oblast. Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky said on July 23 that Ukrainian forces are advancing “step by step” in Kherson Oblast. His statement does not make clear whether he is referring to small, ongoing Ukrainian advances in Kherson Oblast or a broader counteroffensive. Ukraine’s Southern Operational Command reported on July 24 that Ukrainian forces are firing on Russian transport facilities in Kherson Oblast to impede maneuverability and logistics support. This activity is consistent with support to an active counteroffensive or conditions-setting for an upcoming counteroffensive. Khlan also said that Ukrainian strikes on Russian-controlled bridges around Kherson City only aim to prevent Russian forces from moving equipment into the city without stopping food and other essential supplies from entering the city.

Alarm in the Russian nationalist information space continues to grow as the pace of Russian operations slows in the face of successful Ukrainian high-mobility artillery rocket system (HIMARS) strikes on key Russian logistics and command-and-control nodes. Moscow Calling, a medium-sized Russian Telegram channel with 31,000 subscribers, posted an appraisal of the entirety of Russian operations in Ukraine since February 24. Moscow Calling defined three distinct phases of the war—the first spanning from initial invasion to the withdrawal of Russian troops from Kyiv, Sumy, and Chernihiv Oblasts and the second spanning between that point and the introduction of Western-provided HIMARS. Moscow Calling notably defined the arrival of HIMARS as a distinct turning point in the war and stated that previously provided Western weapons systems (such as NLAWs, Javelins, Stingers, and Bayraktars) did very little against Russian artillery bombardment (they are not designed or intended to counter artillery attack), but that HIMARS changed everything for Russian capabilities in Ukraine. Moscow Calling strongly insinuated that recent Ukrainian strikes on Russian warehouses, communication hubs, and rear bases are having a devastating and potentially irreversible impact on the development of future Russian offensives.

This post is consistent with previous reports from Western defense officials that Russian troops are being forced to engage in various HIMARS mitigation tactics on the battlefield, including camouflage measures and constantly changing the location of equipment groupings.[ These mitigation tactics are impeding Russian forces from conducting the massive artillery barrages that they have widely employed over the course of the war, as evidenced by NASA Fire Information for Resource Management (FIRMS) data that shows consistently fewer observed heat anomalies over the frontline in Donbas since the introduction of HIMARS to Ukraine.

new weapons force adjustment to new tactics, but the war drags on.

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