#You. Always.

[mistressmxggot]

𝒀𝒐𝒖. 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔.

Ambessa Medarda. A name that struck fear into every person that heard it. A strong woman. A general. A mother. A warlord. Her name held status. Now you? You were an undercity stripper. No titles. No reputation. You didn't expect to ever cross paths with someone so above you, until she was there. Seeing her was enough of a surprise, but nothing could have prepared you for when she saw you.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61311166

Tags:

Stripping, brothel, smoking, drinking, drugging, kidnapping, some noncon elements, oral, use of homophobic slur, abuse, noncon groping, mildy dubious consent, degradation, master/slave, whipping, coercion, manipulation, violence, blood, murder more to be added

Chapter 1- "Her Friends from Downtown"

"𝗔 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗡𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗹. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. 𝗧𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴."

Tags: Stripping, brothels, smoking

Chapter 2- "Jackpot"

"𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝘆.

"𝗘𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁...𝗵𝗼𝘄? 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁?"

𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗸'𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗳. "𝗚𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼."

"𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗸 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲."

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲."

Tags: Oral, stripping, brothels, abuse, smoking, drinking, gambling, use of homophobic slur, noncon groping

Chapter 3- "A Wolf has no Mercy"

"𝗥𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀.

"𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝘀 𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀���𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿?"

𝗕𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗰𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲. 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱."

Tags: Brothels, drinking, noncon drugging, kidnapping, noncon touching, noncon suggestive content, threats, mention of abuse

Chapter 4- "Funds Bigger Than Her Ego"

"𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲...𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗢𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱."

Brothels, coercion, manipulation

Chapter 5- "When I Picture You"

"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲."

Physical assault, imprisonment, manipulation

Chapter 6- "Her Property"

"𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿.

"𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗯 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵.""

Masturbation, attempted robbery, physical assault, blood, violence

Chapter 7- "The World Kneels to the Medardas"

"𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲. 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀"

Degradation, whipping, collars, lesbian sex

Chapter 8- "Wrong Path, Bitch"

"𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆... 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴."

Kidnapping, drinking

Chapter 9- "Right Path, Boy"

Blood, murder, knives, violence, attempted rape, lesbian sex

Chapter 10-

more to be added

[jandjsalmon]

Fun Story to Share.

I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.

Well - she got this email this morning:

The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.

Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).

Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethy’s comment.

———

Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.

[skulandcrossbones]

it's so wild to me that you absolutely cannot force a hyperfixation to happen. like you'll watch the most perfectly tailor-made-for-you content that everyone says you'll love and feel absolutely nothing, and then the thing you watch on a whim to fill time will reach through the screen and put its damn fingers in your brain and start rearranging the neurons right in front of you and every single time you're like THIS??? THIS??????? and this happens like every 6-12 months forever

[zelkams-art]

in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this

[chronotopes]

nobody got hurt so im allowed to giggle about this extremely looney tunes looking accident on a part of 64 i used to drive down at least once a week

[rafeandonlyrafe]

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

[theswampghost]

one thing i adore about fandom is the “[bad parent]’s A+ parenting” tag on ao3. it’s so universal and so sarcastic and it makes me giggle every time i see it

[captainjonnitkessler]

>Join a union

>Hear people constantly complaining that the current union leadership is super corrupt, it's all just the same ten guys making all the decisions in secret and nobody else in the union ever gets to know what's going on

>Go to the monthly union meetings that are completely open to all 1200 union members

>The only attendees are the same ten guys every month, giving detailed reports about everything that's going on

[darcyolsson]

in loving memory of tumblr's april fools' pranks 💐 2014 - 2024

icymi, tumblr used to do an elaborate april fool's prank every year, but this year they suddenly stopped. here's a somewhat detailed recap of everything they did over the decade:

2013 - mishapocalypse (honourable mention): tumblr staff didn’t start doing april fools until 2014, but the mishapocalypse happened on tumblr in 2013 and i feel like this list would be incomplete without it

2014 - tumblrpro: upon opening your dash you were greeted by an “inspirational” video, that ended with the option to get “tumblrpro (for free)”. all it did was put a top hat on your icon.

2015 - tumblr executivesuite/coppy: a copying machine appeared in the corner of your dash. it would offer tips on how to use tumblr, like clippy the paperclip used to do in microsoft word. as the day went on, it slowly broke down and died right in front of your eyes. many people hated him (but not me). you could also make a (small) spreadsheet. @executivesuite2016 is the official blog.

2016 - this is decision/lizard election/tumblrdecides: a parody of the 2016 US elections. there were 4 lizards (well, one of them turned out to be a salamander in a scandal) to vote for. the dash looked different and there was a live news report with election updates, as well as an election blog for each lizard. they all had their own slogans and you would get an "i voted" button after you voted that would get slapped next to your icon. there were built-in functions to make an election poster for your favourite lizard and to create a text post that supported your lizard of choice that autogenerated a statement for all your followers to read. imo tumblr’s april fools peak. @thisisdecision2016-blog is the official blog, @mop-2016-blog @wretchedtooth @timefordeborah-blog were candidates. rick also had a blog (rick-official) but that now seems to have vanished because he ended up dropping out of the election. mop won, if you're curious. by far the most elaborate prank tumblr ever did.

2017 - horse friend: a tamagotchi-inspired game where you had to take care of a little horse in the corner of your screen. it came with a randomly generated name, and you had to feed and clean up after it. if you didnt take good care of it, it died. you could then hatch (yes, hatch) a new one. there was also an option to look at the names of all your dead horses. this is now available to buy in the tumblr shop. @horse-friends is the official blog.

2018 - tumblcoin: a parody of cryptocurrency (this was the year bitcoin took off). you could ‘invest’ in tumblcoin, with which you could in turn buy things with to spice up your dash, including last year’s horse friend, coppy from 2015, and a frame for around your icon. you could share the amount of tumblcoin you owned in an automatically generated gif post which would be tagged #tbc2018 and #tumblcoin. @tumblcoin is the official blog.

2019 - @memories: this blog still functions the way it did on april fools itself! it's like mad libs, where it takes post templates and then adds in tags you use a lot and users you frequently interact with on your main blog. like a personalized shitpost bot.

2020 - group chat prank/@storybot: it was so hard to find info on this because it was contained entirely in the now-defunct group chat function, which no one used. i had to go through the notes of this post for information because no one cared enough to actually write anything explaining it. turns out, you could write a story with your mutuals by adding storybot to your group chat. it also kept working after april fools (well, up until the group chats were deleted) just like memories. many people missed out on it entirely because they did not use the group chat function.

2021 - tumblcryptids: tumblr allowed you to adopt “non-fungible tumblcryptids”, a parody of NFTs. clicking a button that said "Summon thy Tumblrcryptid" would spawn an image of a little blob-shaped creature with a short description, which would always read "Hi! My name is [randomly generated name]. I love [thing most people like]. I hate [thing most people dislike]. Like my parent, I can't get enough of #[tag from your main blog]." you could share them in a post, which would automatically add the tag #NFTumblcryptids to your post. and yes, people on the piss on the poor website freaked out about it because they thought they were real NFTs harming the environment. @tumblcryptidadoptioncenter is the official blog.

2022 - click-a-thon: when you clicked a light switch on your dashboard, a bunch of colourful things showed up, like a sponge you could move around, an "engagament meter", clickable buttons, and a “Summon Crab!” button, which would summon a crab when you clicked it. you could. the crabs, like horse friend, are still available in the tumblr store as of 2025. here's some screenshots. there were various ways to share your crab activities, which would all get tagged #april fools 2022. the prank was presented as a marketing technique created by Brick Whartley, a fictional businessman character created by tumblr, who (afaik) originated in a post on the official blog of the 2018 april fools prank, albeit originally in a different role. around this time he also started functioning as the mascot for tumblr's shop ( @emporium )

2023 - abstract reactions (emoji reacts): buttons were added to every post that allowed you to add emoji reactions, many of them based on tumblr inside jokes (horse as a reference to horse plinko/horse friend, vanilla for the vanilla extract meme, pikaman, bug for bug race, and brick whartley, who wasn't a meme but staff really wanted him to be). if one specific emoji was used a certain amount of times it would add an effect to the post, eg many cheese emoji reacts would cover the post in cheese. this was also attributed to Brick Whartley ("his" blog @brickwhartley also documented the day)

2024 - boop-o-meter: allowed you to “boop” other users who had opted in to the booping, like facebook’s poke feature back in the day. depending on how long you held the button, you would either boop, super boop, or evil boop. on the dashboard there was a counter for both how many times you had booped others and how many times others had booped you, as well as how many boops were given side-wide. when booping someone, an image of a cat paw appeared. you would get badges (which can still be used) for booping 1, 100 and 1000 times. if you gave/received more than 999 boops, the counter would switch to showing a three-letter word (see this post for specifics). this was brought back for halloween 2024 (as BOOp-o-meter. get it), with a ghost, skeleton and mummy paw. no official blog, but here's an official recap for april first from staff. i believe this was the only april fools prank that was mobile user friendly.

2025 - @fandom is running some polls, i guess

[mod2amaryllis]

i love being married to a straight guy. this morning we were parallel chilling and i glance at his computer and he's watching a drill fight tournament. as in, guys attaching drills to the same rod and turning them on until one breaks. to find the strongest drill. jose noticed me staring and rolled out of the way so i could see the screen. he knew every drill brand and told me their quality and price. i watched the whole thing without comment. the violence was enchanting. i never would have found this. he's a vector to an entirely alien, often beautiful, world.

[mistressmxggot]

Chapter 3- ✰ A Wolf has no Mercy ✰

"𝗥𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀.

"𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗠𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿?"

𝗕𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗰𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲. 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. 𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱."

Tags: Brothels, drinking, noncon drugging, kidnapping, noncon touching, noncon suggestive content, threats, mention of abuse

~"Ambessa fucking Medarda."

You felt lightheaded. This was utterly ridiculous. Why you? She'd seen you for all of two minutes! You began to nervously laugh.

"Wait. So you're telling me that she wants to see...me? What for?"

Malik's smile widened. "I couldn't even fucking tell you. She said she wanted to see you, alone, in a private room. She dropped a gold bar infront of me and I think came in my pants." He laughed, his pupils dilated.

He looked like a kid on Christmas who just got a new toy he's wanted for years. You looked like wet rat caught in a mouse trap. Your shoulders slumped.

"Malik I-"

He cut you off. "You're going to do this. She payed for you, entertain her." He looked alot more stern than before.

You gulped, hands playing with your garner belts. He was babbling to Babette, but you couldn't hear a word. This didn't make sense to you. Why not just ask for a lap dance or private pole dance? It scared you to think about what she wanted to do with you. You weren't a prostitute. You didn't want to have sex with some Noxian war criminal. The thought of having sex with another woman made your cheeks flush. Your eyebrows furrowed.

"I thought you hated topside. Why are you making me do this?"

Malik scoffed. "I hate them, not their money."

He turned back to Babette. You gulped again.

"I'm not doing it. I dont want to have sex with her."

Malik slowly turned to you, glaring. He approached you, roughly grabbing your arm.

"Yes you are. You're doing this whether you like it or not. Now go get fucking ready."

You snatched your arm away from him. He growled.

"Here, I have girl here to help you get ready. Make sure you look good enough. I'm going to The Last Drop. If I hear anything about you refusing her, I promise you won't like me."

He turned away from you, pushing threw the curtains. You swallowed, your whole body tense. Babette got up from her chair, coming over to you.

"I know you're scared. It'll be fine. Howl has told me about her. I promise you she won't be as bad as you think. She's just a woman that know what she wants. I mean she's a very wealthy general, and you know how wealthy people are."

Your eyes became watery. She did know what she wanted, and that made it all the more scarier. Babette held your hand in between hers, giving you a sympathetic look.

"You'll be fine darling. Just breathe. You'll get through the night."

You snickered at her.

"I mean will I?"

She gave you a sad smile.

A blonde woman walked into her office. She smiled warmly at you.

"I'm here to help you get ready. I have an outfit and private room for you."

You took deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You know how angry Malik could get. You didnt want to deal with him. You didn't want to know what he would do to you.

You followed the blonde woman out of Babette's office. She led you down the very long hallway, making you more nervous than you already were. The two of you entered a small room. It was filled with beauty products. Makeup, perfume, hygiene items, and a beautiful dress.

"Please come sit down."

She snapped you out of your thoughts. You sat into a cushioned chair. She started with your hair. She added mousse and something to make it shine apparently. She completely changed and removed your makeup. Deciding on something way more simple than your full face, she added lots of highlighter all over. She gave you blush, a little concealer, lipgloss, and white eyeshadow on your lids. You put on body butter and flowery perfume.

This entire night didn't feel real. She was dressing and painting you like a doll. This was so gross. The silk dress you wore was of course white, with see-through lace accents. It hugged your body nicely. The blonde girl said absolutely no necklaces or bracelets. You turned your nose up at that. Weird. You checked yourself out in the mirror. Beautiful yes, it was just odd. All white outfit, all white makeup, and your body was very much on display.

So she was one of those. You had to look pure and innocent or whatever. Ick.

"You should see Ms Medarda now."

Oh. Your stomach knotted. Whew. Well here goes nothing. The walk to the room she was in seemed to take forever to get to. It could be because you were taking steps that were tiny. Your helper had since left, after telling you where to go. God you didn't want to do this. She was scary and huge. You felt tiny and pathetic. The hallway felt like a long tunnel of doom, your torturous demise waiting for you at the end. The closer you got, the more your mind and body screamed to turn around.

God you hated Malik for this. You never had to do anything like this. You would dance on that stage and ignore the lustful looks around you. Now you had to come face to face with those predatory eyes. Your heart pounded. Your hands were sweaty. You were there, the doorway covered with this purple curtains.

You seriously couldn't do this, but you had to. You stepped forward then immediately pulled back.

It'll be fine, you'll get through the night.

You remembered Babette's words. She said Ambessa had been here before. She'd been with other clients. She isn't looking for anything different from you. Just entertain her, as Malik said.

Taking one last final breath, probably literally, you reached for the curtains.

God help me.

You pushed them away, slowly stepping inside. She sat on a large, deep red sofa. Her arm rested lazily on the back of the couch, the side of her pressed against it. Her opposite hand held a glass of wine, the slow swivel of the liquid coming to a stop. She lifted her head, hazel eyes focusing on you.

Your entire being felt like jelly. She softly smiled at you as she set her glass down onto the wooden table infront of her. Your hands nervously fiddled with eachother. You knew you had to look so meek right now. You stood there unmoving. She raised her eyebrows, smile slightly falling.

Say something.

"Ms Medarda."

You wanted it to sound firm and seductive, instead you sounded like she had you hanging from the ceiling by your neck. Her face was filled with amusement.

"Sit."

She gestured to the other side of the sofa with her hand. You adjusted your feet, eyes darting around. You began to make your way over to her. Her eyes tracked you, focusing. This was horrible. The air in the room felt suffocating. You gently sat on the couch, eyes avoiding hers for as long as you could. A pregnant pause passed between you two.

"You should know It's considered Ill-mannered to not look your guests in the eyes, especially a guest of interest."

Your head snapped up, your eyes immediately meeting hers.

"I-I I'm very sorry Ms Medarda. I-"

She shushed you, laughing. You stopped talking. You sounded like a babbling idiot.

"Tell me about yourself little lamb."

You were taken aback. Your eyes darted back and forth. What should you tell her about? Your hobbies and favorite color? Malik? The fact he's forcing you to do this? The abuse he subjects you to? The story of your parents? That you hated topside and her entire presence made you extremely uncomfortable?

The sound of a glass sliding over to you brought you out of your thoughts. Her face studied you, her eyebrows now raised and her smile gone. You looked at the glass infront of you.

It took everything in you to smile at her.

"Oh well, I like dancing."

"I can see that."

You blushed. She gestured towards the glass.

"Try it."

You grimaced. This had to be time where she got you drunk and started pressing up on you. Picking up the glass, you took a drink. Your eyes widened. It was delicious. It was fruity, but still strong. You gulped more down, hopefully not looking to greedy. Ambessa's lips parted, head tilting back.

"Thank you. It's amazing." You smiled at her.

She slowly blinked. There was a look in her eyes that you couldn't quite recognize.

"I had it..."

She paused.

"Hm, crafted for you."

What did she want? It felt like she should be meaner to you. Your body had slightly relaxed. She was just looking at you. You cleared your throat.

"So... um I also like art. I paint and draw."

You didn't know if that sounded stupid and childish. Topside had to like art right?

"I wonder how long.."

She seemed to be talking to the room rather than you. You finished your drink, placing it onto the table.

"Oh well I've always liked art. I've been drawing since a child, but I've just recently started painting."

Warmth spread through your body. That liquor was damn good. Your head and body both felt light.

"Y'know I-" You swallowed, letting out a small cough.

Her eyes widened in amused surprise. Your brain felt fuzzy. Blinking, you focused back onto Ambessa.

"I'm sorry I was going to-"

Your breathing picked up. You rubbed your eyes. Why did you feel like this? Your body felt weak.

Did she have two heads?! You rubbed at your eyes again. What's happening?!

You looked back to the empty glass. Hitting the table as you abruptly stood up, her glass of wine spilled. Her eyes stayed on you, a smirk on her face.

"What was- what was- that drink-" Your knees became weak.

You stumbled around, vision getting blury. Her muscular arms held you as you collapsed into her lap.

"Please..."

"Hush child."

Her muffled voice fell onto your ears. Her face gazed down at you. Whimpering, your vision faded to black.

Ambessa looked down at your sleeping form. She sure made her decision. Laying you gently back down onto the couch, she stepped out the room. She went to where Rictus had been waiting around the corner for her. She motioned him to the hallway. Rictus followed behind her as they headed back to you. You looked so beautiful sleeping. Picking you up bridal style, he carried you out to Ambessa. She stood waiting for him, occasionally glaring at the watching eyes. No one dared to look at her for too long. She turned, walking towards the exit, with Rictus following close behind. Babette stepped outside her office. She slightly gasped at the sight. This was wrong. So very, very wrong. She had to say something.

"Ms Medarda! With all respect..."

She gulped.

"She's a good girl. A good, resilient girl." Babette sputtered.

Ambessa continued out of the exit, ignoring the comment. Rictus slowed, addressing Babette and the watching clients.

"Nothing occurred. There was nothing of Ms Medarda's presence. Are we clear?"

Babette stood still, eyebrows pushed together in worry.

"Nothing occurred." She repeated.

Rictus stared at Babette for a moment. He soon turned back to follow Ambessa. You laid in Rictus' arms, temple resting on his bicep. Your arms laying lifelessly in your lap as you slept a dreamless sleep. The brothel workers continued their work and Babette returned to her office. She shook her head, stubbing out her almost burnt out cigarette. Babette reluctantly continued her paperwork. Nothing occurred.

Darkness faded in and out. Ambessa. She... what happened again? Your vision came and went. You exhaled as feathery touches ran down your arms. Someone was whispering to you, but you couldn't make out what was being said. Wet kisses started at your ear. They trailed down your neck, ending at the top of your chest. Warm hands ran over your breasts. You gasped as you felt your nipples being pinched. Your mouth fell open.

"Malik?"

Your voice came out weak. Malik had never treated you this way. He was aggressive. Thankfully he never went too far. The kisses started again on your stomach, moving further down. Sticky heat moved through your core. Tingles shot through your thighs. It started slow. It washed over your body, causing your back to arch. More muffled words were said, fuzzy colors surrounded you. Darkness overcame you once more.~

You. Always. Masterlist

Here we go yall 😭 This story has seriously been the only thing in my mind. I hope I somewhat captured Ambessa, lowkey the hardest part lol.

Taglist: @maaaaaaaaaaari

Lmk to be added.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I love you Safety Wizard.

(Inspired by @keroascrazy)

[leupagus]

It's worth noting that there are some extraordinary people in the world who have been quietly doing the work for decades, and they should be celebrated with all the fervor that we denounce the villains. I first read about Harrison twenty-odd years ago, when he'd already been doing this for about fifty years, and this is one of those guys whose life can, indeed, be summed up by his headline.

James Harrison saved millions of lives. Millions. Not with anything flashy or dramatic, not with profound speeches or brilliant strategy or any of the things we insist are the ways to impact the world. He simply kept himself as healthy as possible so that every few weeks he could go and sit quietly in a room and give away a fundamental part of himself — quite literally his lifeblood — to people he'd never meet, for no pay and no expectation of acknowledgement. (He was, it should be said, acknowledged quite a lot per this article, but that's beside the point.)

When we talk about the kind of people we want to elevate and celebrate in our societies, I often think of people like James Harrison. I hope we get more of him; not just for his blood, but for his heart.

[sailermoon]

be careful with what series you watch/read during emotional points in your life because they will forever contain a ghost of your past self within it now

[treeembrace]

I'm sure many people have already shared this here, but I think it's important that people here on Tumblr need to see this.

"I disagree with Kamala's position on the war in Gaza. How can I vote for her?" by US Senator Bernie Sanders