#aa: The Old Guard

[croquis-el]

I think everyone has already seen that short dossier in the court records about Odoroki (Apollo)

The entire Internet managed to laugh at the line "I call him Apollo" (Bro, that's literally his name)

I, in turn, will say that this is the result of unsuccessful localization (for now I'm talking about one specific line, don't swear)

In the original version, a slightly different meaning was embedded under this explanation. Namely, that Naruhodo does not "call him", but "gave him a nickname".

Won't you agree? Already a different message.

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ふとしたキッカケで 知り合った新米弁護士。 愛��はオドロキくん。

futoshita kikkake de shiriatta shin kome bengoshi. Aishō wa Odoroki-kun.

A novice lawyer whom I met by chance. His nickname is Odoroki-kun.

愛称(aisho) - A friendly, affectionate name used to address someone. (syn.) nickname.

In Japan, great importance is attached to friendly names, with their help people show their affection (of course, there are also offensive nicknames, but that's not the topic of the post)

Addressing by last name + warm, friendly suffix -kun shows us a respectful and trusting attitude towards the young lawyer

The dossier was probably entered into the MAISON system after Odoroki started working in Hodo's office, so there was confusion with the content (7 years ago, Odoroki was only 15 years old, he could not have been a lawyer, since he was in school)

Of course, this line is difficult to convey in another language with the same emotions and meaning, so everything was lost again

Yes, the Western world is more accustomed to addressing by name in friendly relations, so this line seemed stupid to everyone, but this was influenced not only by the impossibility of correct adaptation

And also by the way other characters address Odoroki

We will not mention episodic characters, but let's focus on those who appear in each case

The judge addresses Odoroki in two ways:

弁護人 (bengonin) - counsel; defender; advocate

At important and serious moments in the trial

Odoroki-kun - in a situation where the case takes an unexpected turn

よろしいですね? オドロキくん。

yoroshīdesu ne? Odoroki-kun.

Is that okay? Odoroki-kun.

Minuki Naruhodō (Trucy Wright)

Contrary to all the established impressions that the young magician very quickly begins to address the lawyer informally and behaves very boldly with him, giving him the nickname "Polly", in the original everything is completely different.

Absolutely always, Minuki addresses him exclusively as "Odoroki-san"

だ。ダメですよ、オドロキさん! ちゃんと、お話を聞かないと!

Damedesuyo, Odoroki-san! Chanto, ohanashi o kikanaito!

No. That's no good, Odoroki-san! You have to listen carefully!

San - さん.

It is the most common Japanese honorific and can be used to address both male and female adults. 

Like mister and misses, san is used when you do not know the person very well or when you want to show respect for someone who is not a close friend.

Minuki treats Odoroki with respect, but at the same time keeps him at a respectful distance. She guards her secrets to the very end and simply could not so quickly trust, essentially, a stranger, even if dad told her about him.

This freedom of adaptation changes Minuki's character and a new character, Trucy, appears (although all players should have approximately the same impression of the characters, after all, we are playing the same game).

She continues to call him the same in AA 5 and 6, probably just to accommodate the age difference (as with other adults)

あ、オドロキさん! お早い到着ですね。

a, Odoroki-san! O hayai tōchakudesu ne.

Oh, Odoroki-san! You arrived early.

Kyoya Garyuu (Klavier Gavin)

The prosecutor most often uses a unique and friendly nickname - Odeko-kun (Herr Forehead)

なあに。他に説明がつかないからさ。 そうだろう? おデコくん。

Hoka ni setsumei ga tsukanaikara sa. Sōdarou? Odeko-kun.

What? Because there's no other explanation. Right? Odeko-kun.

But when he's angry, our lawyer suddenly becomes Odoroki Hosuke (as a way to express frustration)

あ! キサマか、王泥喜法介! ぼくを燃やそうとしたのは!

a! Kisamaka, Odoroki Hōsuke! Boku o moyasou to shita no wa!

Ah! You, Odoroki Hosuke! You were the one who tried to burn me!

Kirihito Garyuu (Kristoph Gavin)

Just Odoroki-kun, nothing out of the ordinary

Kokone Kizuki (Athena Cykes)

As a junior co-counsel, she addresses him as "Odoroki-senpai"

あ! オドロキ先輩。

Ah! Odoroki senpai.

Senpai (先輩、せんぱい, "former born") is used to address or refer to one's older or more senior colleagues and students in a school, workplace etc.

By doing this, she shows respect for her senior colleague and respects subordination.

I understand that it is very difficult to adapt the honorifics that are used in the original version, but it was possible to leave Mr. Justice where he rightfully belongs

[pursuitseternal]

“Rescue Me:” Risk, nsfw Romance, and sub!Ascended Astarion update for “The Rogue You Were”

Ascended Astarion x F!Reader | E | 4.2K rescue and nsfw reward

Summary: just a harmless hunt turns dangerous, an old threat from your Tadpole days resurfaces. Once your love has you rescued, you reward him handsomely for the effort.

CW: Canon-typical violence, bloodshed, Vampire Bride powers homebrew, protective Astarion, soft sub/dom dynamics, Sub!AA, outdoor sex, praise kink

My bloody Valentine for @marimosalad , @myfavouritelunatic

Ao3 Link | Astarion Fic Masterlist

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The world is a wash of colors, a bouquet of scents, now that you step into it with all your vampiric powers. The forests around the city are colored as the trees begin to turn, reds like his eyes and golds like the treasure you’ve amassed as sovereigns. And your limbs are alive as you bolt under those trees. Reithwith is far behind you, the forests and wilds ahead. The only thing faster in the world rushes at your side

Astarion. Hair whipping wildly in the wind, eyes narrowed as he runs. Mouth grinning like a fool so wide, his pointy fangs peek from his lip.

You feel the same too. Alive. Powerful. The rush of speed and thrum of your vampiric vigor, it intoxicates you. Powerful. Like nothing can touch you.

“Bet I find and kill a bigger animal than you, my love…” you taunt right into his mind.

“Oh my dear, I’d like to see you try…” he pants with open mouth as he purrs back into your thoughts. “Nothing so delicious out here in these woods than me, my pet.”

“True…” you flash him an image of your razor-like fangs biting him all over… his neck, his thigh… that sweet, filled out swell of his own ass cheek, your hand fondling his balls from behind…

He nearly stumbles over the roots of some great oak at that. Regaining his sure footing just in time. “Tempting… but I’ll enjoy my spoils so much more by winning this little hunt you suggested, darling.” He slows a bit until you’ve caught up, until your shoulders bump as you keep in stride through the forest undergrowth. Even as it’s dying.

You toss your head, hair streaming from your face as you flash him your own fanged smile. “To the winner goes the spoils, then….” You give a giddy laugh before darting into the forest away from him and out of his sight….

It’s only after you’ve fallen a stag, feasting on its warm blood, that you realize someone stands behind you. Before plain lances throught the back of your head.

Before the world goes dark.

The forest has grown dark by the time you open your eyes, your head swims. Whatever they smacked you with, it left no lingering damage, not with your vampiric powers. Not when you have his blood in your veins. Slowly the world comes into focus, and you know you’re not alone. Three large male Drows stand guard over you, their armor thick and their eyes intense.

“Oh good, you’re awake.”

That voice. A female crosses towards you, her own armor dark like night, her red eyes shining as she scans you, bound with your legs together under you, your arms behind your back. The chains around your wrists and ankles sting, but it’s her gaze that makes you disgusted and slightly nervous. Those eyes flash between your mouth and your neck.

She wants your bite. And your blood.

“Araj…” you growl.

“I’m glad I made such an impression on you and your lord that I haven’t been forgotten.” She looks down at you, closing in on where you’re bound. Every urge in your body hums to life, you strain at your bonds, but they burn your skin the more you struggle.

“You know, he will kill you when he finds you,” you hiss, “Lord Astarion wouldn’t deign to drink from you, but he will enjoy spilling your every last drop.”

Araj laughs as she crouches next to you, “I should hope he tries, little consort. I cannot wait to study your blood. You little spawn, how does it feel when he compels you?” She runs a finger up the side of your neck, you pant as she touches you, you flinch. She is repulsive, her finger on your skin an insult to Astarion’s greatest creation. She strokes where your own two bite mark scars dip your flesh. “Does he drink from you nightly? Make you do all sorts of exotic and rigorous things, that Vampire Ascendant?”

Fangs bared, you hiss in her face. “You dare to touch what is his…” your mind spins, suddenly flooded with a surge of power. A warmth races down your spine and into your limbs. It makes you bold. It makes you laugh. “He is coming, you vermin. And he does not like having his things taken….”

Araj gives a nod to her soldiers, they draw their blades and fan out into the dark. She laughs, cackles more like. “Oh, imagine if I captured the Ascendant and his consort… if I had their blood to play with… their teeth to satisfy my dreams and curiosity…. You should have killed me when you had the chance instead of leaving me unconscious.”

Your voice shifts in your throat, you can feel him whisper in your mind. “Your hero is coming. I’ll be there soon, my lady….” You take a sigh of relief, feeling his haste, drinking in the wave of his rage as if it can nourish you.

And then, you speak, his voice in your mouth, his silken tones on your tongue. “I’m rather glad I did leave you… it will be far more satisfying to end you slowly now for what you have done… darling….”

Araj freezes at the sound of his voice. Eyes wide and frightened as she watches his power possess you. His power caresses your body, giving you a lasting sense of comfort. And you give the Drow a wicked smile. “We are going to love punishing you.”

The dark glade you’re in is suddenly filled with the sounds of bones crunching and blood spattering on the ground. One body… two… three bodies hit the dirt with a crunch. And Araj draws a little dagger. You laugh, your own sweet tones on your tongue again. “Oh yes, little prey, pull out your claws. Won’t stop you….”

“…from being devoured….” That low, velvety male voice caresses up your spine, his footsteps landing behind you.

Your hero, your lovey villain. Your master and mate. He touches the top of your head briefly, assuring you of his protection and presence.

Astarion’s hands pull your bonds apart. That roguish dexterity never leaving his beautiful fingers, the silver chains coming apart like butter in his grip. And even as you hear the little hiss of its power burning his skin, he gives no hint of pain.

Flinging the chains aside, he lifts you to your feet, steadying you, as if you weigh nothing to him.

The Drow’s eyes are wide, the red of her irises shaking up and down in her fear. Astarion growls, his twin daggers pulled from behind his back swiftly. You have seen it countless times. A chilling laugh comes from his mouth. “You really should have brought an army if you planned to touch what is mine… if you planned to take what is precious to me.”

“How else was I…” she tries to back away, stepping with a sickening crunch on the bones of one of her guards.

“What… darling? Fulfill your twisted little fantasy? Or find a way to sate your death wish?” he chuckles, his daggers twirling so beautifully, so gracefully in his long and bloodied fingers. “It took me all but a moment to rip all three to shreds… and you,” he points his dagger at her quivering form, head held high and shoulders squared, bloodied mouth ginning wide in the moonlight. “You’ll I’ll take my time with, darling. For what you tried to rob me of, my Consort, my Bride, there is no punishment fit enough for your crime, if I am any judge.” Another roll of dark laughter. “Which I was once, but now…” he closes in on Araj, feline and fast, “I’m your executioner.”

You watch, your stomach turning sour at the smell of her fetid blood. He’s so graceful, the way his body moves as he fights, not really a fight. It’s a dance, his movements fatal and swift, his little noises of effort punctuating the silent forest.

You draw closer, until he drops his blades into the mat of leaves on the forest floor. She’s still twitching on the ground, Araj, lover of all things sanguine, laying in a pool of her own life’s blood.

It’s more than enough vengeance for now. His arms sweep you up, taking you from the carnage.

Taking you to safety.

A clearing bathed in the moonlight… not unlike your first time. If only you knew the road ahead of you that night and all the pleasures and love that awaited.

You still smell fetid blood in your nose, you still feel the burn of silver round your wrist and ankles.

He sets you gingerly on the ground, his eyes looking everywhere but your face. His heart pounds so heavily, you can hear it as if it is your own. His touch pulses with it in his fingers, his hands turning over the burn marks on your pale skin. Hetugs where your sleeves and trousers have been torn to expose you, to make room for the silver chains to corrode into your flesh. “That bitch… I hope she does slowly, I hope she’s still in agony for what she did to you,” he spits, words hissing between his clenched teeth.

“Never,” he proclaims so loudly it hurts your ears. Suddenly both palms press into your face, making you turn to meet his glowing crimson eyes. He’s livid, silver brows furrowed deep, thick lips somewhere between a frown and a snarl. “Never again, I’m never letting you out of my sight again, darling. Where you go, I go. I will always be watching you everywhere you go. And never again will you stray from my side, do you hear me? Don’t you dare….” The ferocious snarl, the fearsome timbre of his voice, snaps in an instant.

His face presses against you, nose to nose, his forehead hot and damp with sweat where it crams against yours, his cheeks beginning to stain with wet. “Don’t… I can’t… I can’t lose you again.” He sobs, his tongue licking his lips from the salty strains of tears. “I’m not strong enough for that.”

His arms wrap around your head, pulling you into his blood spattered and embroidered jacket. His favorite one, with the golden stitched peacocks on a sea of cream silk. But it wasn’t cream any longer. You hiss as your hands and wrists brush his body. Instantly he recoils, concern etched across his handsome features. That mask of indifference he wears so often as Ascendant has vanished. And all you see staring at you in the dark woods, huddled on the ground, is the man who loves you, who stops at nothing to rescue you.

He pretends his cheeks aren’t wet, pretends that aquiline nose of his isn’t almost running. He brings your wrists to his mouth, kissing over the burn marks as if his lips could heal you.

As if his love could heal you alone.

You shiver in pain. The wounds are still fresh and raw with blisters. He instantly starts to work the buttons of that jacket, his pale skin exposed to the night as he wraps it around your shaking shoulders.

His heat saturates the fabric, his eyes and hands busy as he snugs it tightly around your frame. But behind his eyes, inside his thoughts he only hears that beat of how he needs to save you.

Just as you have always saved him.

Fangs pierce his own naked wrist, his blood, warm and tingling, drips with a hiss on your burned skin, blisters fading and raw skin knitting back together the second it connects with his powerful essence. Quickly, he moves to your ankles, making sure every little bit of your injuries is bathed in his blood.

Feeling returns to your extremities. You wriggle them, and Astarion leans closer, bringing his wrist to your lips, letting it whet your hunger.

Your stomach turns at the taste, instantly needing more in your belly, instantly losing all sense of pain. Or fear. Or loneliness. Not now that his power flows from his veins to yours. And you release your lips after a few swallows. Just enough to steady your head.

He’s shushing you softly, muttering to himself, “Never agains, never…”

“Astarion,” you breathe, “you are strong.”

“No,” he shakes his head, bringing you against his warm chest, “I can’t be if it comes to losing you….” His breath is ragged in his lungs, heart racing still from his rescue.

And fear.

“Then we are strong enough together, my love,” you force his face in your hand, turning it, making him, compelling him, to meet your gaze. “I knew you’d come,” you whisper, feeling him lean a little harder into your touch. “You fearsome Vampire Ascendant, if I need to be confident enough for both of us, then let me do that for you.”

He gives a wet laugh, “My consort, my queen, my right hand….”

“The hand that helps pull you up even when I’m the cause of your fall,” you give a tender smile in return.

He gives you a smile that resembles more of his rakish smirk, if still a bit tragic and a bit forced. “Maybe there’s something that hand of yours could pull… if you’re offering.”

Your hand strays down the soft skin of his chest… his stomach. “I wouldn’t want to spoil you, but you do so love when your acts of heroism are compensated, I recall….”

“Rewarded, my little love,” he tries to chuckle. Still weak, his body showing more of the despair that still blisters inside him that his words will allow to describe. “Why don’t you reward me,” he looks down on you with those big, wet crimson eyes, “haven’t I been so good to you?”

“Of course,” you whisper, pressing your hand in the valley of his chest, making him flatten out on the forest floor.

Not unlike days of old.

“You’re always so good to me, won’t you let me be good to you in return?” you slink your way over his body, spreading your thighs so straddle those hips of his.

“I have earned it, haven’t I?” He preens beneath you, just a small spark of that arrogance and seduction coming back. His hands haven’t left your body, pawing at your hips, running up your back.

As if he will never let you go, never let himself lose you again.

You shrug the weight of his jacket from your shoulders and pull the edges of your long tunic over your head, torn and dirty as it is, you breathe a sigh of relief. The dark of his pupils consume that ring of red around them, eyes dilating to see your breasts, a sight just for him. Instantly his hands reach for them, one in each palm, cradled in his touch, so soft and so perfectly. You long to taste him, to get the sour tang of fear and bile that still lingers in your mind, despite even the taste of his ascendant blood on your tongue.

His lips shake as they meet your own, almost unwilling to believe he gets to do this again. Disbelieving he’s managed to save you, to decimate your enemies with you so deep in their clutches.

He basks in the way your body clings to him, like he does every chance he has to sit curled in the sun. A little smile on his lips, even as they dance and devour yours. His touch reverently ghosts up your belly, tantalizingly light on your skin, tucking into the waistband of your trousers to try to slink them down.

But you smile into his kiss, brushing his hands away like gnats. “My love…” you rasp, “did you ask to try to remove those?”

“No,” he growls in reply, hands instantly slinking back up your body, brushing against your swaying breasts to cradle the back of your neck.

“Mmmm, that’s better,” you moan slightly into his mouth. Hands splayed on his chest, you raise yourself back up, feeling the heat and pressure of his growing erection beneath your body. A slight wriggle of your hips makes his mouth hang slack. “Let me just ride you, my love. Let me make you feel that I’m here with you.”

He groans at that. Hands planting firmly back on your hips, you slowly grind on that length, feeling it hardening under you. But you tutt your tongue, sliding down his thighs. “Can’t have you hard down your leg, can we?”

He shakes his head, “By the hells no,” he hisses as you reach in to adjust him. He groans as you take his shaft in your grip, a few gentle pumps aren’t enough for him over that steely hard erection. You sweep your thumb over that weeping slit, just enough to make the bead of precum slick your fingers before you let go, keeping his cock inside the waistband of his breeches.

Tongue running over one fang, he watches as you lick your fingers clean, as you slide your body back over to grind on his aching hardness. “Aren’t I worthy of a little more reward for my heroics?” He tries to sound demanding, but with each buck of your hips that rubs the heat and fabric where you join, he only grows more desperate.

“Good things come to Ascendant Lords who wait, my love,” you purr, slowing the way your hips gyrate over his just to prove your point. Fingernails claw into your hip bones, scoring and tearing your skin. His head digs back into the ground, the rustle of leaves beneath him a staccato to the way his breath pours out in a long pant. “Tch,” you lean down to capture that mouth that twists in agony. “Easy my love,” you whisper as his lips try to consume your own cold breath. His hands press on your shoulders, the back of your neck, holding you steady as he thrusts up into that warming crease between your thighs. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Damned right, you’re not,” he growls, a tenacity in his tone and ferocity in the way his fingers cling into your mussy hair. “And you’re mine…”

You shake free of his hold, sliding to slip off your trousers, the night air making every hair on your body prickle. Your nipples firm up harder than pebbles, even as your nerves burn to take his heat within you, for him to thrust his pulsing cock inside, to fill you with the friction you crave more to survive than blood.

But instead you settle back, your folds wet and pressing into the suede of his breeches. “Your reward is rather cruel, little love,” he hisses, nearly whining, even as his voice rumbles in his chest. “May I touch my spoils?” he whispers.

A wicked, gaping smirk on your lips and your head throw back as you demonstrate. “Like this, my lord?” You still on his prodding cock, lifting your hips just enough for his darkened eyes to watch your fingers slip loudly into your drenched folds. Your stroke, you circle and curl, whatever movements make the most sounds. Astarion’s hands slowly creep from your hips lower… lower… daring silently as he encroaches closer where you now ride your own touch.

You smile, closing your eyes, giving him a little nod, a little gift of your permission as his thumb slips inside where your fingers already play. His cock presses into you as his fingers slide over your clit. That bulge throbs through the now soaked spanse of suede, a satisfied smirk on his face as his touch catches you just right.

As your thighs grip him hard, as your own hand goes still inside your entrance, leaving you with just that merciful stroke of his thumb on your clit as he steals your breath. As the warmth of pleasure blooms from your belly. As you buck and writhe all the harder, all the more erratic until your vision swims.

Boneless, shivering, you’re pulled down to his mouth, fingers gently throttling you as you stil gasp for air from your climax.

It feels… so good. Saved. Rescued. Claimed. Good to be his.

His kiss is all tongue and fangs, those little growls and huffs he makes when he feeds on you filling your mouth as he caresses you. His hands slink into the new open space he’s made, fingers snapping his laces open. Finally almost freeing himself.

But you laugh, sinking your own fang into his lip to make him gasp and freeze in pain. “Naughty,” you breathe before sucking on that seeping blood. “You know better than that… you know to ask first, my love.” You chastise him, making him shudder under your lips. “But since you were so wonderful being my hero, saving your lady love, I’ll forgive you…” you raise up, feeling his hands tugging fiercely, not even finishing all the straps to release that aching erection.

“To the victor…” he raps, guiding your body to sink quickly on his shaft… He pants in delight as you squeeze around him at last, “go the spoils.” His chest rises and falls, pale skin catching in the moonlight, his sweat glistening. But you can’t tear away from his mouth. Not with how he works his lips on yours, his tongue tangling in time with every little thrust you make.

One of his arms presses you closer to join where he fucks up into you, where you soak his skin and slap hard against him. But that other, that other arm winds behind your shoulders, hand clawed into the base of your neck, keeping your breath as his breath, your tongue twisted with his. But it’s not enough… not hard enough or fast enough, even as you feel his breathing grow ragged.

You sit up, launching off his chest with two hands braced. He whines, whines to have you break from his clutches. A single finger crooking, you beckon him up to you. A rustle of leaves, the scent of damp, nighttime earth in your nose, and he obeys to sit up too. Eager, biting his fangs into his bottom lip. Hips rolling, back arched in deepest pleasure, you feel his tongue lapping up, a single damp streak between your breasts. Those dexterous hands grip into your skin, those powerful arms that snapped your enemies in half are wrapped tenderly around your waist.

He growls against your neck, too hesitant to bite. Warm lips wrap around your ear, the loud suck, the squelch of his tongue sends ice cold shivers of pleasure right down your spine. One more time, a loud suck, the clack of his fangs together in your ear, and you shatter, another wave of orgasm ripping you in two. Wetness squirts down your thighs, his cock is so slick inside you from your arousal, even as thick and hot as he has grown approaching his own release.

Even as your walls clutch and undulate through his thrusts into you that never relent.

His back is wet, dead leaves clinging to his shoulders as you hold him, trying to keep your balance against the flexing muscles of his back. Your rogue, your hero, he takes advantage of your breathless submission as you float down from orgasm to clutch you even harder. His voice grates in his throat, thick with desire and breathless from exertion. “May I…”

“What do you wish?” you murmur, slack in his arms as he thrusts with desperation, your body barely able to ride him much longer.

“I want…” he pants, “to fill you. For you to seep with me, to make you…” he groans as you shudder at that dark, deep tone in his voice, “make you full of my seed and scent. So I’ll always be able to find you, darling…”

“Yes,” you hiss somewhere in the middle of his words. A shuddering whine in his throat, and you feel every muscle tighten like a bow string. Rolling you to your back, he presses your legs into your body, the heat of your folds now open to the night air. Hips snap hard, reckless and with abandon. He fucks into you at his pleasure, at his mercy. His eyes don’t seem to blink as he stares into your own face. Dirt smudges his cheek, but it’s that haze in his eyes, that way his mouth twists in beautiful bliss that makes your own body hum to be used.

Pressing you, folding you bent and spread for him, he cages you into the earth this time. A smirk, wide and toothy, pants down from above you, those dark crimson eyes flutter shut as he bucks and shudders. One loud pant that sticks in his throat and your walls grow warm, coated as he does fill you, cum and arousal leaking into the dirt. Not for the first time.

Not for the last.

Breath heavy, skin damp, he hugs you into him, the echo of his beating heart in your own chest hard enough to almost be your own.

“Never again, my love, my consort,” he whispers, more to himself than for your ears. “I’ll spend the rest of our lives rescuing you… as you rescued me.”

With one last kiss, he softens over you, almost sleepy in his breath, and you wipe the mud from his cheek.

That roguish mud from his ascended skin. And nestled as he is, he smiles against your breast as you do.

[cherrycrushes]

Prt 2 or alt ending of ‘two sweet’ where reader slowly melts schlatt’s 🚩🚩🚩 off by just her sweetness and sunny shiny personality/smile alone?

(can I be🍴🍰 anon btw?)

two sweet pt. 2 - oneshot

jschlatt x reader.

part one; part three

a/n: YES TO ALL AHAHA IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSER OO OO AA AA

you and jschlatt exited the bed, trying to get a good start for the day. giggles escaping your mouth as his hair stuck up in an awkward position. he was wearing an oversized hoodie paired with his boxers and long socks.

"the last one downstairs is a rotten egg!" you yelled, already desecding the stairs.

"whatever!" the old man grumbled. even though he had a rude tone, you could tell he was joking as you detected a smile in his voice.

you were already in the kitchen, grabbing a pan that you were going to use to cook breakfast with. as you laid down the frozen pieces of bacon and eggs, you felt a hand grab your butt.

"ah!" you yelped. schlatt smiled, throwing you off guard a bit. "dude you suck."

"oh you wish you could suck harder," he replied with his ever so beautiful smile. as you turned around, you lightly slapped him on the shoulder.

you both stared at each other, making eye contact and not wanting to look at anything else. he lightly pecks you on the lips before walking away to turn on the television. instead of putting the nearest news channel, schlatt turned on a youtube music video.

the sounds of frankie valli's 'can't take my eyes off you' filled your ears. you hummed as you cracked eggs on the pan. schlatt came back to the kitchen, getting plates and utensils for the table. he was also humming, but it was definitely louder than yours.

as he set the table, schlatt couldn't help but think how much of an amazing housewife you would be. thoughts of him impregnating you just so he could see mini versions of the both of running around filled his mind. but he couldn't. you were too sweet.

"breakfast is ready!" you said, setting the bigger plate with food on it down.

"thank you, cupcake," jschlatt says as he presses a quick kiss on your cheek. to which you giggle in reply.

the music fades to 'the girl from ipanema,' by stan getz. you smile while savoring your food, as you see schlatt scarfing it down with a straight face.

"y'know toots, this song reminds me you," he states as he finishes his bite.

"how?" you hummed.

"well, just listen. tall, tan, young and lovely. the girl from ipanema goes walking, and when she passes, he smiles, but she doesn't see," schlatt mumbled with the music.

he looked up from his plate to see your awestruck smile. jschlatt could feel his heart burst and melt into pieces as he looked into your eyes. as he savored your expression, he truly believed you were too sweet for him.

[themultifandomgal]

Mark Sloan- Try Again Pt3

“Morning” Mer says walking up to me with Lexie smiling

“Morning” I sigh feeling sick to my stomach

“Everything ok?”

“Just morning sickness. Whoever decided to call it morning sickness is a dick. It’s all day sickness for me” Mark then walks over to us smiling

“Morning”

“I hate you” I say crossing my arms

“Why? What did I do?”

“Knocked her up” Mer says before walking off with Lexie

“Feeling sick again?”

“Threw up twice already this morning and it’s only 10am”

“At least we know little one is safe and happy in there” Mark places his hand gently on my stomach

“Hmmm” I hum before getting paged “I gotta go”

“Lunch date later?” Mark asks. I give him a smile and small nod

“Yeah I’d like that”

“I was thinking that maybe we could get back together”

“I…. I erm” I feel so off guard right now “I gotta go” with this I turn and leave as quick as I can.

“Dad?” I say walking into a patient room

“Hi pumpkin”

“Why didn’t you call to say you were sick?” I ask pulling over a tray and putting some gloves on

“The pain comes and goes”

“So you thought you could sneak in without making a fuss? God dad you could be rejecting Mers liver”

“Calm down. Please”

“Your telling a pregnant woman to calm down when her dads in hospital?”

“YN please. There’s something I need to talk to you about that I should have told you. I go to AA a couple times a week”

“Congratulations dad. You want a gold star”

“Just listen will you. Sometimes you have to get up in front of everyone and say your peace” I take the ribbon to go around his arm while I draw blood and tighten it “and then maybe there’s a person there who talks to you and then maybe you go out to coffee with them”

“So a sponsor?”

“No not a sponsor….”

“Sorry I got turned then I ended up back in the lobby” a woman walks in and before I know it she kisses dad

“Not a sponsor”

“Oh god. No Ew no. How old is she? You look younger than me no oh god” i quickly take the blood sample and start to pack up

“This isn’t how I wanted to meet you”

“Mr Grey… oh hello”

“Dr Bailey this is my dads errrm…. Woman”

“Danni”

“When did the pain start?”

“12 days ago” danni replies

“She’s good with details”

“Any fevers. Changes in your urine or stool”

“No fevers, but there was a pain incident last week… actually you might not want to be here for this part” Danni turns to me

“I’m a doctor”

“Alright well we were being intimate”

“Oh god. Yep ok Dr Bailey you ok to carry on?”

“Yeah, are you ok you look pale”

“For the first time in 8 weeks I want to vomit not from morning sickness” with that I leave the room.

“Mer you have to see dad” I say walking into the break room

“Does he want more organs”

“He didn’t say, he was to busy loving up on a tattooed 20 year old” Mer looks at me with raised brows

“I can’t deal with dad right now I’m to busy dealing with mom”

“Please go and see him, I’m meant to having lunch with Mark and I’ve just thrown up again and mark wants to get back together and all I want to do is go home and cry….”

“Woah woah woah slow down Mark wants to get back together with you?” Christina says “and you don’t want to?”

“That’s the problem I want to but we broke up and now I’m pregnant and it’s complicated and now dad has a 20 year old girlfriend who’s clearly younger than Lexie and….”

“Ok ok stop stressing. Go find Lexie and send her to dads room. I’ll talk to him. You sit down, Christina will find Mark. I think you both need to talk”

Within 10 minutes Mark rushes in with a bottle of water looking panicked

“What’s wrong? Is everything ok?”

“No” I burst out crying

“What’s going on?” Mark pulls me into him and let’s me cry on his chest

“Stupid hormones. Dads back in hospital and he’s brought his girlfriend with him and she’s younger than Lexie so it’s now weird and I know you wanted to have lunch but I feel so sick, probably a combination of morning sickness and hearing about my dad doing the dead and this morning you said you wanted to get back together which I didn’t respond to because I’m scared that if I say yes something else will happen that makes us break up but this time there’s a baby involved”

“Ok first of all breath. Take a sip of water and take a deep breath” I do as Mark says “when I said I wanted us to get back together I didn’t mean we immediately move back in and start from where we left things. We have a baby on the way so I know we need to be carful, but I never stoped loving you and I truly want to try again”

“I never stoped loving you either” I say looking up at Mark “I want us to try again as well”

“Then we take things slow. Now I know you said you feel sick, but you gotta eat something. So what do you fancy?”

“Pickles with Nutella” I sat after thinking about it

“Pickles and Nutella it is”

[inquisitornocturn]

⊱─ 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: 𝕔𝕙.𝟙 - 𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕥 ─⊰

➺ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Ascended Astarion x f!reader

➺ 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: no y/n is used, rating - E, TW: mentions of childhood sexual abuse, general sexual abuse and mentions of sexual slavery (all of those happened in the past AA is not doing this to reader). PIV, creampie, blood drinking.

➺ 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: you're skilled, driven and most importantly - ambitious. but even as someone in your position, a trained assassin and a leader of your own Guild, you still lend yourself to jobs that are of importance. even if those jobs sometimes mean attending parties. tonight - it's a masquerade and you're bored out of your mind, until the man who hired you to protect him leaves you alone, at the mercy of a stranger who suddenly took a keen interest in you.

this is a 7 chapter fic exploring Ascended Astarion through a lens of 7 deadly sins.

➺ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 4,129

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: as voted by my readers - here's Ascended Astarion and my take on 7 deadly sins that i looked at through his character. enjoy! <3

➺ 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: [link]

Another boring party, another boring masquerade.

Your eyes sweep over the crowd but nothing seems unusual for the time being. People dancing, people chatting, people drinking. Most of them you recognize even behind their masks. Simple mannerisms, voices or even who they are spending time with tells you more than they probably would want to let on. It’s not hard for you to tell who’s who. After all, you worked for so many of them already.

Tonight you work as a guard for especially paranoid noble. Normally you don’t let yourself get hired for tasks, you have your whole Guild of experienced thieves and assassins to do all the minor and major works, but when the richest of Baldur’s Gate want your services specifically – you comply. Not only they pay handsomely, you also make connections among the patriars that do pay off in a long run.

No, you’re no Nine-fingers Keane, not yet at least, but you have gathered a respectable resume of deeds that are well known in the underbelly of Baldur’s Gate. You have a goal and that goal is simple – to control every Guild by taking over and uniting them. You’ve been working for years to make this happen and you built yourself from the ground up. Just like you escaped slavery in Hells, so will you become what you want to be – the ultimate ruler of Guilds of this godsdamned city that betrayed you before.

But you won’t let these thoughts distract you, not tonight. Not that you expect anything to happen in the first place. It’s a masquerade after all, who would even target the patriar you’re accompanying is beyond you. He’s a man who is scared to step on anyone’s toes, let alone anyone’s who could be a danger to him. Alas, he hired you and he’s paying so well you couldn’t refuse the offer. So now you’re here, in your best dress, with a domino mask on your face and a glass of wine in your hand. And, of course, couple daggers hidden under your dress. You are always prepared.

The patriar in question, one exalted Lord Goldbrith, is by your side and chatting with gusto to a young man. You suspect he brought you here not only to guard his life, but perhaps to help him disperse the rumors surrounding his sexuality. Not that most would judge in the first place, nobles and patriars probably are the most relaxed people when it comes to sexual liberty. However, Goldbrith’s issue is that his father wants an heir and if your little ‘prince’ over there leaves no such possibility by admitting that he’s not interested in women, well… then he risks losing the inheritance. And you’re not sure this man knows how to tie his own shoes, being pampered like a child all his life.

You almost roll your eyes, thinking how this is the worst some people have to deal with. No, they will never know what it is to be molested by their father and brother, no, they won’t know what it is to be sold to a brothel as a ten-year old and used. No, they won’t know what it’s like to be sold to Hells only to continue being a slave of desires of others just as you have been up here. You don’t scowl, but when you look at these spoiled men and women you feel disgust and anger.

No, stop, inhale… exhale. Your past is your past, but you’re stronger now, better. And you will have Baldur’s Gate by the throat eventually. You just have to be patient, have to spread your connections wider and have as many people indebted to you as possible. So that you can use them when the right time comes.

Again you inhale and slowly exhale, calming yourself. When you become the Guild Leader of Baldur’s Gate then each and every person in this room will have to treat you with respect. And most of them already do because you have made a name for yourself in these past years, for what it counts.

“Dearest, do you mind if I accompany this fine gentleman to the restroom? He says he cannot find it.” Lord Goldbrith is now talking to you, making you snap out of your bitter thoughts, and you look at him.

“Alone?” you ask and the man now seems flustered.

“Yes. There’s no need for you to come along, I think I will be perfectly safe. And it’s not far, if something happens - I’ll shout for you.” a nervous smile, intertwined fingers, yes, you know exactly what he’s going to be doing with this so-called fine gentleman. After all, he hired you to protect him and if he temporarily doesn’t need it…

“Very well, find me when you return, I shouldn’t stray too far.” you respond and Goldbrith pats your hand holding the glass of wine.

“I’ll be fine. Go, dance, mingle. Seems this event is quite safe for me.”

Sure it is, you think to yourself. You see his anxious desire to depart immediately from your company and you have no reason to hold him. He paid you already, after all.

“Of course, Lord Goldbrith.” you nod again and a smile of relief forms underneath his mask, you can see it in how the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“I’ll find you when I’m back.” his hand leaves yours and you watch Goldbrith navigate the crowd with his newest boy toy.

You can’t help but smile to yourself. At least he’ll be happy tonight and it won’t harm you to assure others he’s here with you if anybody asks. When you are paid so handsomely - you will tell people the sky is brown and grass is red.

“I saw your companion leave. Curious to ask why.” a voice you don’t recognize asks for your attention.

You turn to see a man standing close to your left side. His silver hair is immaculate with flowing locks and the domino mask that he’s wearing is bejeweled with what like looks actual gems. Behind the mask you see red piercing eyes. The man smiles and it’s more of a smug smirk than a heartfelt expression. It looks so natural on him that you are sure this is his default expression. A dangerous smile. A smile that spells ruin for those who scorn him; you’ve seen smiles like this before. 

“If you’re curious, why don’t you follow him and ask yourself?” you lift your glass to your lips and take a sip, keeping your eyes on him. 

“I’m not in a habit of following men.” elf responds, his tone of voice is cocky and the implication of his words is clear - he’s the one who leads and not the one who follows. 

Problem is, you don’t recognize him. Even with the mask on, you can tell that he’s a man of beauty, surely you must’ve heard of him even if you haven’t met him. But this is a masquerade, people don’t share names until midnight and there’s still couple hours left on the clock for that. You think how you can get his name out of him but your thoughts get interrupted because this mystery man steps even closer to you and glances at your glass. 

“More wine, my dear?”

Tsk. How much you despise nobles thinking they can use pet names on you. But you bite your tongue.

“I can serve myself if needed.” you step back from him and see his curious eyes examine your masked face. What does he even want?

Your gaze snaps down the moment you see him reach out. His fingers bear silver rings, some of them have gems, you recognize each and every one of those gems even before he steps closer again just to take your hand in his slender, manicured fingers.

“I thought maybe you could grant me a dance since your partner seems to be busy with a gentleman.” a pointed tone that his words carry tell you everything – he knows about the arrangement you have with Lord Goldbrith. How - you have not even a slightest idea, but he knows.

Except you’re not concerned that he knows, instead you notice his warm and soft touch when he raises your hand and leans down to meet it with his lips. Something that should be only a small peck gets prolonged and it’s as if he’s testing you because his eyes meet yours while his lips are still on your hand. It’s a long moment. Too long to be appropriate but you don’t pull your hand away.

“A dance? Perhaps I can do that.” you answer and offer the mysterious white-haired man a smile. He smiles too and straightens his back but keeps holding your hand.

“Wonderful. I think a waltz is about to start.” he says in a voice like honey. He’s interested in you, you can tell that much.

So maybe you could use him, just to relieve some pressure. It doesn’t have to be serious, these types of trysts never are. And you have been with couple other patriars like this before. Sneaking away from the main room, finding an empty study or an unused stairwell, quickly satisfying your needs and his without any need to talk about it afterwards. No strings attached, just pure carnal lust being gratified with a willing partner. This handsome elf could become this type of partner, if only for tonight.

You nod to him and put away your goblet to a nearby table, then feel him tug at your hand. You follow him to the ballroom and instead of staying at the edges of the dance floor as not to interrupt other twirling couples, this noble leads you right to the center. You don’t shy away when there’s attention placed on you, but tonight you are on the job and you would prefer if you weren’t noticed. Nonetheless, once more you let him do as he pleases and don’t pull your hand from his firm grasp or don’t try to hide away.

If he wants a dance with everyone watching – you will give him that dance.

When people part giving him and yourself the way to the center of the floor, this mysterious man finally stops and looks at you with a smirk. Even with the mask covering half his face you can see confidence, no, arrogance etched in every expression he makes. You don’t mind that. Something about arrogant men always intrigued you. Maybe because you too are full of pride, and you think that if only these men knew what you’re capable of, they wouldn’t be so self-assured around you. It gives your ego a boost, feeding your own arrogance, making you almost fearless no matter the situation, no matter the opponent or, just like in this case, no matter the partner. A dancing partner, at that, at least for now.

The man pauses, the music stops for a moment while musicians adjust for the upcoming tune and he steps closer, now pulling you closer with practiced ease. His hand on your lower back push you against his chest and you raise your eyebrows even though he cannot see it because of your own mask. Waltz is not danced chest to chest but it looks like he doesn’t care about etiquette or social manners. You don’t mind that at all, you like a man who knows what he’s doing.

And then the music starts again.

Your partner eases into the music with grace, his steps are easy, fluid and you follow him with as much grace as you can. It’s not your first waltz but he’s obviously a better dancer than you can ever hope to be.

“You know people are watching, right?” you say to the elf, bringing attention to how close he’s holding you and he scoffs arrogantly.

“We’re beautiful together, of course they are watching.” his hand on your lower back pushes slightly harder and you nearly lose your step.

A cocky grin on his face tells you that it was intentional. You smirk back to him because you know what he’s doing or at least trying to do. He’s sparring, trying to establish himself as superior to you in this setting. Maybe he’s trying to show that he’s superior over everyone in this ballroom. You’re not sure nor you care.

“I would like to know your name, darling.” your dancing noble says again when you don’t reply quick enough and you slightly smile, he’s getting impatient.

“It’s a masquerade, Lord. My name’s a mystery just as yours.” your reply rewards you with a chuckle that you feel reverberating from his chest against yours.

“Very well.” the man says and you can feel his fingers give yours a short squeeze. “But I will want to see what’s behind that mask once midnight strikes.” again his eyes pierce into yours and for just a split second the world around you melts away.

The chatter and laughter of patriars disappears, the music is all you hear. You feel the fabric of your dress brush against your legs and his as you both spin in motion to the rhythm of waltz. His hand so warm on yours, so warm even through your dress on your back. At last it feels like you both dance with the grace of gods themselves as he leads your steps. And you realize that you don’t want to wait until midnight to rip his mask off and see what’s underneath.

Yes, he will serve well to satisfy your lust, to help you take off the edge. You smile to him.

“Maybe we don’t have to wait for midnight after all.” you tell him and see a flash of surprise that turns into smugness. You also realize that waltz is coming to an end, perfect timing.

Before the elf replies the music tapers off and you step back from him despite his attempt to keep your body close to his, then you do a proper curtsey in thanks for the dance. Mystery man bows too, one hand behind him, but his eyes never leaving yours.

After you both stand tall again, you turn from him and walk off, sensing rather than knowing that he’s following. No one seems to be paying attention anymore, now that your dance is over and another one begins, and you weave through the crowd with easy expertise of an assassin. Passing unnoticed and uninterrupted. But you do quickly glance back to the spot where you were standing earlier, to check if Lord Goldbrith returned but seeing no sign of a man you turn your attention to the hallway for which you are aiming.

Soon enough you turn a corner but don’t get far before you feel yourself being pulled back by your wrist. You stop and look behind you only to see that the elf indeed has followed you. He tugs at your arm just like he did when leading you to the middle of a ballroom and you smirk, pressing your palms against his chest to soften the impact of your body against his.

He leans closer, his lips seeking yours yet you push away from him, seeing questions in his eyes, but instead of answering you grab his hand and make him trail after you in hurried footsteps. To your relief the elf doesn’t utter a word and you pass couple of doors before you stop and push at the third one, hoping that this room is potentially unoccupied, since you assumed the first two would be. That’s how it usually goes during these types of noble parties.

Yes, the room is empty and the silver-haired man follows you inside hurriedly, pushing the door closed behind him. When you stop he stops too and you release his hand, turning to him. For a moment you look each other in the eyes, you feel your heart beating heavy and fast in your chest. And then both of you step to each other at the same time as if you both heard a silent permission.

He grabs at your mask and you grab at his, pulling them away from your faces just a split second before your lips meet. You kiss him almost harshly, your desire taking control of you and he responds with same passion, pushing his tongue into your mouth in an instant. The masks drop to the floor and he steps forwards with you, pushing you backwards with his hands on your hips and your arms around his neck, until you bump into the bookshelf behind you.

Elf’s hands begin clawing at your dress, lifting the skirts up in a hurry and your hands blindly find their way to the buttons of his pants. The kiss is deep, the wine you taste on his tongue is even better than one from a glass. For a moment your tongue catches on his fang but you don’t have the time to wonder what’s that about. No, this moment is about getting and giving in equal measure.

The kiss breaks for a moment, you feel elf’s breath on your mouth and gasp softly when you feel his fingertips trace the outline of your underwear. You open your eyes and find him looking at you with intense lust-filled gaze, at the same time you finally manage to slip your hand into his pants. As you reach down, his precum stains your fingers and you smirk, palming his hard erection.

But your smile gets wiped off your face as the handsome elf pulls at the hem of your panties and slides two fingers down your slit, dipping just the tips of them into your core. He exhales with obvious lust and removes his hand, grabbing your hips as if preparing to lift you. You don’t waste time and you free his cock out of its confines. The moment you do that, the man lifts you by the hips. Immediately you wrap your legs around his waist, your hands gripping his shoulders for purchase. Without delay you feel your panties being pulled to the side and smooth tip of elf’s erection pressing against your soaked cunt.

No words are needed and no time is wasted. He thrusts into you with force and you moan, throwing your head back from the pleasure of him filling you and stretching you in most wonderful way. You quickly bite your lip down, trying to silence any forthcoming cries but you are not successful because when he starts pumping - it’s hard and demanding.

The room fills with pants and groans and you close your eyes, feeling the man’s lips on your neck, kissing and tasting your skin with his tongue. You whine with each snap of his hips, with each claim of his to your body, and you let go of his shoulders, your fingers reach over your head and to your sides, looking for a shelf to grasp onto, but for a while you only find the spines of books, pulling at them and making them drop to the floor with silent thuds.

Then your eyes snap open as pain briefly shoots through your shoulder but you immediately realize what’s going on. Of course he’s a vampire. The crimson eyes, the fangs, strange you didn’t realize it earlier. You let your eyelids drop as the vampire sucks on your blood while relentlessly pounding into you at the same time, and you have to clench your teeth to prevent yourself from shouting into the ceiling. It’s not your first time sleeping with a vampire so you’re not afraid, if anything it gives you a thrill of danger that you never get from other patriars in such short-term arrangements.

You feel the fangs leave your neck and a greedy tongue laps at the bite marks left behind while you finally manage to grasp onto the shelves, clinging for your dear life. You crane your head and look at the elf, seeing that his eyes are on you, then he catches your lips in a scorching kiss, his teeth tugging at your bottom one and you mewl at that, it’s harder and harder for you to keep silent as your pleasure begins to build. Your partner in this quick tryst pounds himself so religiously into you that you are beginning to feel sore already and that only adds to the pleasure.

For a moment the elf just keep thrusting while biting on your lower lip and when you look at him he keeps an eye contact with you, but then his teeth part and he presses his face to the side of your neck that doesn’t have his fresh bite mark. You hear him gasp for air and you know he’s close too. You release the shelf with one hand to tangle your fingers into his hair, grasping firmly just before you close your eyes again and let go.

A deep thrust, another one, then another one - your mewls follow each other of them and your mind swims just before your orgasm overwhelms your senses. You don’t know how loud you are or how hard you are gripping vampire’s hair, all you know is pleasure and his cock pushing you to your limits. You don’t even know how long the waves of pleasure rip through you, making your cunt clench on his shaft so deliciously, as if on a quest to milk him sooner than he wishes. You hear him grunt something, a word, maybe two, you’re not sure and it doesn’t matter.

When your bliss begins subsiding and your mind starts to clear you find yourself still being fucked. You whimper, sore and satisfied, but pull at elf’s hair, making him look at you. His face is sweaty, his teeth are clenched, showcasing his fangs, and you see that he’s close. You heavily kiss him but he doesn’t respond. Instead he grunts against your mouth and then moans, his thrusts becoming erratic at the same moment as he begins spilling himself deep inside of you. You slide your tongue against his teeth, your eyes heavy-lidded from your own pleasure and additional satisfaction seeing that he seems to be enjoying this too, like it’s a compliment to you. And then his hips finally stop, his grip on your hips is slippery and he’s digging his fingers into your flesh, leaving bruises for the future.

The elf opens his eyes to look at you, he’s utterly out of breath but you don’t let him say anything, you just kiss him again and he responds, albeit less energetically now. You had a moment to recover while he just rode out his orgasm to the fullest. With a smirk you lean your head back and push at him slightly, making him set you on the floor. The white-haired man looks disheveled and you most likely look the same, but you just smirk to him, taking in his appearance, the messy hair, the open pants and his softening erection, still leaking last drops of cum. A wonderful view and a state that you like seeing men in.

With sweaty palms you smoothen out skirts of your dress and pick up your domino mask from the floor, then give him a wink, walking out of the room. You don’t see the look the man gives you: one of shock and partial anger that you’re leaving without another word. As if he’s realizing it is you who used him and not the other way around. Your arrogance leaves him stumped. But you finally know who he is: Lord Astarion Ancunin.

With a satisfied grin you walk back to the ballroom, trying to ignore your underwear that’s getting soaked with his seed and your own arousal, but you know he won’t follow you right now, most likely too insulted that you used him to get relief. You put on your mask again and enter the ballroom, immediately seeing Lord Goldbrith impatiently tapping his foot at the same spot where he stood last before leaving with a young gentleman. When you approach him he looks irritated.

“Let’s leave.” he demands and you raise your eyebrows but you don’t argue. If you can leave early and go home to wash up that’s all the better. After all, the moment Lord Goldbrith is in his carriage your job is done and you won’t argue against a short night.

“As you say.” you nod and Goldbrith curtly nods in response, then marches towards the main exit.

You follow him but give one more glance behind you before you leave the room. You notice white curls and a crimson-eyed intense, angry gaze in your direction just before dancing couples hide all of it away.

You smirk to yourself. You have a suspicion you will meet him again.

[aspenonpawzzz]

Enter the Wolves Den…..

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-  briar🥀💥 |16| {Any/All} [ADHD] /Asexual Abroromantic\ ‘Grimwalker’  <sliver scout>

-River 🌊🐺|16.3| {it/they/wolf themed neos} [Autism] /omni ace\ ‘werewolf’ (in qpr/relationship with phantom) <none>

-Hunter/phantom🐺⚡️{He/they/it/canine themed neos} |16| [Autism C-PTSD] /Biromantic Asexual\ 'shapeshifting grimwalker' <He who guards, The Golden Guard, It who transforms> 

-Hycan 🔩🐺{He/it, } |16/17| [Autism] /aroace\ ‘human’  it does have a animatironic form but it prefers human form (credit to @wolfsnooze for AU) <none>

-Salem 🔪 🩸 |13.5| {it/Its, ok with masc terms} [Intrusive thoughts] /Aroace\ 'Void-kin'  <death, it that comes for all, grim-reaper>

- Polaris 💫💦 |400| {They/them} [Madd] /Aroace\ 'divine being' <Sentinel of the stars, they the divine>

-Conri 🐾🦴 |16.5| {he/it/canine neos} [autism} /abroromantic asexual\ 'varies' <lurker in the dark, son of nyx, lord of the sky, terror of the woods, Prince of the Void>

-Absence 🌑🕳️ |As old as the universe itself (takes form of 19 y/o)| {She/they/it/void} [is a god] /Demi AroAce\ 'the never ending void and shadows, the abyss' <The Abyss, The Shadows, The Void, void, shadows, dark matter.>

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Turn off the lights (Panic! At the disco)

the owl house

green

All seasons 

Wolf walkers

Oh geeez; not again, panic at the disco, marina and the diamonds, cave town, EPIC, JVKE.

Spirit of the north, Zelda, Minecraft, grow home, and STRAY.

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the owl house (special interest)

Gravity Falls 

Alterhumanity

Labels and stuff

Vulture culture 

Oddities 

Cryptids 

Fanf (new to)

Norse mythology

turning favorite characters into Divine beings!

Spirit of the North!

icelandic mythologies!

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-Welcome to nightvale (newly found)

-the owl house. (I’m Hunter)

-Gravity falls (I be like dipper)

-wolfwalkers (favorite movie)

-FNAF (I look like Micheal 😭)

-Spirit of the North (gender in a game)

-stardew valley (ABIGAIL MY WIFE)

-STRAY (KITTY!!)

-Minecraft (building with blocks :3)

-the hycalon project (Fnaf / toh AU by wolfsnooze)

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[brain-rot-central]

When Astarion asks/implies that Tav is sleeping w Wyll is he just saying that to see her reaction or does he actually not know bc like he has his little spies everywhere right? 👀

He's saying it for two reasons:

1) He's paranoid. He knows she has a close working relationship with Wyll and during their journey against the Absolute, Tav and Wyll shared some brief moments of intimacy (nothing physically sexual, but they did the whole dance thing and kissed). Tav ultimately chose to pursue Astarion, but still, AA remembers and due to he and Tav currently being in questionable territory in terms of their relationship, he's paranoid. Extremely, extremely paranoid that her heart is potentially reaching for an old flame.

2) He and Wyll have a current arrangement worked out. So, again, he's paranoid that Wyll will somehow sabotage him from the outside-in, as in turn Tav against him through the work relationship she has with Wyll. AA doesn't really trust anyone aside from Tav (support coming from his in-game lines of "I'd rather have one person I can trust entirely," and "everything I could ever want is standing right before me"), so to me, it's very true to character for him to have doubts, and even take it a step further into forming a complete paranoid delusion surrounding it.

So, in a way, he's saying it to see her reaction but also trying to figure out if Wyll is making moves behind his back. It's a very "keep your friends close but your enemies closer," kind of thing. He does have spies set up around the city in various locations, but admittedly he finds it a little difficult to spy on Wyll, simply because of how heavily guarded he is at all times (being Grand Duke and all).

[kotegiris]

[Event Story] Cage of Black Raven

I'm just an amateur and it's my first time translating something this long, so there may be mistakes, but please enjoy! I recommend reading this while having the event story open on your device!

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Chapter 4: The Black Raven’s True Identity

Inside the Carriage 

We heard Lono’s voice from outside of the carriage.

Lono: Aruji-sama! Aruji-sama! We’ve arrived at Rondine!

> W-We’re here…?

Muu: Uu… the carriage shook so much… I feel a bit tired…

Bastien: It was shaking very violently… Aruji-sama, are you alright?

> I’m alright > Thank you for protecting me

Bastien: I see… Thank goodness.

Muu: I don’t feel too good…

Yuhan: Oh my… Why don’t you take it easy and gaze out the window?

Muu: That’s right… We’re here.

Bastien: Yeah, take a look. It’s Rondine.

When we looked out the window… We saw an imposing, gray cobblestoned city.

The people were dressed in black outfits and the kids were wearing masks, and playing.

Muu: Are those masks for the festival?

Yuhan: The festival isn’t until tomorrow, right?

Muu: Yes, that’s what everyone said!

Yuhan: Fufu, how cute. I’m sure the kids can’t wait for the festival.

While we talked, the carriage came to a stop.

The Town of Ravens, Rondine

Lono: Aruji-sama! You must be tired after a long trip.

> I could say the same to you > Thanks for steering the carriage

Lono: Nono!  It’s not a big deal…

Lono: …Actually… It was a lot of work.

Boschi: You did okay, Lono.

Lono: Just “okay”...?! I worked my ass off!

Lono: Seriously, what the hell is up with those ravens!

Lono: Aruji-sama, are you alright? Were you scared by the ravens’ attack?

> Nah I’m alright

Muu: That’s right! Bastien-san held Aruji-sama in his arms and protected them!

Bastien: Don’t worry.  Aruji-sama is uninjured.

Lono: Thank goddess…

Yuhan: By the way, Boschi-san… since the carriage stopped, is this our destination?

Boschi: Yeah.  This is Rondine’s old castle.

Boschi: That old bell tower is where the Raven Master is confined.

Boschi points to a section of the old castle, where a tower with a large bell, towered over its surroundings.

Around the bell tower, many ravens were flying about.

Bell Tower - Entrance

We walked to the bell tower’s entrance to meet the Raven Master.

Boschi: Hey guard. We’re visitors, let us through.

Male Guard: Hiccup… Aa, what’d cha say?

Muu: Uwah! This guy reeks of alcohol! 

Male Guard: Huh, a talking cat…? I got caught up in the town’s festive mood and drank too much…

Lono: Nono, the festival’s tomorrow…

We got through to the drunk guard and entered the bell tower.

And so with our destination being the top of the tower, we climbed the stairs.

Boschi: Haa… haa…

Boschi: Beyond this door is the Raven Master’s workroom.

Muu: Behind here is the Raven Master…

Bastien: The one who can talk with ravens…

Yuhan: Just what kind of person is he…

Boschi: Before we go in, can I say something?

Lono: Hm? What is it?

Boschi: The request is to “accompany him” but…

Boschi: If you can…  can you make sure the Raven Master has fun?

Muu: Boschi-san…

Boschi: He’s always been alone, living in this bell tower.

Boschi: The amount of time he can freely spend during his lifetime with another person is very short.

Boschi: I want to do everything that I can for him.

Boschi: So please lend a hand…

Boschi: This has nothing to do with the request. It’s just my selfishness.

Bastien: Aruji-sama, your thoughts?

> Of course, I’ll help

Bastien: I see. I thought you’d say that.

Lono: If Aruji-sama said no, there’d be no choice but to give up but…

Lono: Now I’m fired up! I’ll do everything I can!

Yuhan: I will also lend a hand.

Muu: Me too!

Boschi: Guys…

> Let’s give him lots of good memories

Boschi: Thank you, Aruji-sama.

Boschi: Now then… let’s go in.

Boschi: Hey, Liberta. We’re here.

> Liberta…? 

With that, Boschi slowly opened the door.

Bell Tower - Room at the Top

Raven: Caw, caw!

???: Caw, cawcaw!

Haha… that’s right, Dande.

> A child’s voice…? > An imitation of a raven’s cry…?

Raven: Caw, caw!

???: Hm…?  Lily, what’s wrong?

Raven: Caw, caw!

???: Huh..?

Boschi: …Long time, no see, Raven Master.

Boschi: No… Liberta.

Liberta: Boschi!!

The boy named Liberta jumped onto Boschi.

Liberta: Boschi, Boschi!

Liberta: You really came! And you brought your human friends!

Boschi: Yeah… Just like I promised.

While hugging Boschi, the boy jumped up and down in joy.

The young boy’s long, black hair, rustled in a swaying motion.

Lono: No way… Is he…

Bastien: This kid is…

> The Raven Master…?

Liberta: Yay! Yay!

Liberta: After 1000 days, I met Boschi again! ♪

Liberta: After 1000 days, I got to meet my friend ♪

Yuhan: That’s… 

Raven: Caw, caw!

[dookuswifey]

THE MANDALORIAN | Din Djarin

Tw: It gets slighty suggestive towards the end.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F! Mechanic! Reader

Mando is back on Tatooine and as he brings his ship to Peli's, he's in need of a place to stay. It's so good that you live alone in an apartment with plenty of space!

You wipped a drop of motor oil from your cheek before cleaning your hands on your lilac worksuit as you smiled at the ship you had just fixed.

You worked for Peli as her assistant, helping around the workshop for a few years now. You weren't native to Tatooine but after leaving your parent's house it had become your home.

You had made quite a few friends, even meeting the recent Daimyo, working for Peli also had it's benefits; You saw all kinds of ships, and there wasn't anything (well, maybe a specific mandalorian) you loved more than ships.

The breeze picked up as you turned around, hearing an engine roar close and there you saw it, that old -but beautiful in your opinion- gunner Razor Crest.

-Mando!- You heard Peli before you saw her, approaching you and the landing ship. - Mando's here!

You smiled and felt buterflies flutter on your stomach as the ship's ramp came down, your hands quickly went to your hair, fixing any stray hairs and cleaning your face with the sleeve of your suit.

Your nervousness was noticed by your boss, who sent you a wink as the mandalorian walked down the ramp of the ship.

- Awww, where's the little womprat?- Peli pouted as she looked around for the little green child.

- He's sleeping in his cot. It was....a long trip.- Mando sight tiredly- Too long... -He rubbed his helmet as the circular cot came down the ramp behind him.

Peli and you shared a look and before you could stop her she spoke.

- You need a place to stay for the night, right?- Peli asked as she walked to the closed cot.- So you and the munchking can truly rest well, right?

Mando looked at Peli silently, the helmet completely obscured your gaze from seeing his face but his alert bodylanguage made you stiff a small giggle.

- You two can stay at her apartment- She smirked at you as the giggles turned into coughts, you knew you were blushing and that made Peli's smirk widen.- You do have a pretty cozy sofa, don't'cha? Beter than the floor, right Mando?- she elbowed the armoured man who was caught off guard.

- I don't want to burden...- The man started before you cut him off.

- It's okay for me. I wouldn't want to let such a cutie sleep on the floor- You smiled at the surprised mandalorian.

Preening under his attention, you turned around and put your hands on your hips, winking at the man

- And by that, I meant Grogu- You couldn't help the small laught as Mando looked at the now opened cot and the smiling green babe who waved at you. He sighed again in defeat as Peli laughed heartily, patting Mando's back.- Now follow me, beskarboy.

- Don't worry Mando, I'll take a look at your ship, you sure you don't prefer a newer one?- Peli said as she looked as a piece of metal fell from the Crest.

- IT'S A CLASSIC PELI!- You enthusiastically yelled as you were leaving aa the other woman burst in laughter again as Mando's gaze didn't leave your figure for a moment.

•° Small Timeskip °•

- Aand this is my humble abode! - You smiled as the large man looked around your small apartment, he was tall and broad and you couldn't help but bit your lower lip.

"He's so hot" You thought as you looked at the man helping the small babe onto the comfy sofa.

- It's cozy, very pretty.- He said, standing awkward in the middle of your living room- Just like you.

- What?- Your eyes widdened. Did you just imagine that? Did he really say he thought you were pretty?!

- Don't give me that look- Mando said walking closer to you as Grogu got comfortable above your fluffiest pillow. His gloved thumb caressed your cheek softly before he regained his shyness, he took a step back and coughed on his fist as your face matched the twin sunset behind you.

- You're pretty...Very pretty.- He coughed akwardly, his visor was looking at the floor and you truly wanted to grab him by his cape and smack your lips against his, even if you had to be blindfolded so he would take that helmet off.

-Thank you- You mumbled shyly, your hand going to the cheek he had just caressed. Your eyes locked with the visor, as you two hold eye contact. The moment felt so intimate...- Um...food? - Akwardly, nervous and red as a tomato, you broke the silence with a smile.

- Uh...oh, um..- Mando stood tight, trying to regain his composure.- Yes... Yes, um for the kid. Thank you.- He said as he walked to sit next to the kid who was playing with your lamp, turning it on and off.

- Stop that, you can get hurt.- He admonished the child softly and you felt your heart flutter. He was just too adorable... Maybe you could... Tell him about your feelings. You didn't know when would be the next time you would see him and you truly couldn't hold onto these feelings no more.

That night, you had put Grogu to sleep on your bed early. After playing all evening with you the child was truly drained, so after some food you two tucked him to sleep.

Now, Mando and you were sitting on your couch, awkward as you two were, eyes trained onto the beige wall of your apartment. You had been hyping yourself up all evening and now that the moment was here you were too nervous.

- Uhm...Thank you for letting us stay here- The rough modulated voice of the man broke your train of thought.- I'm very thankfull. The kid truly needed a bed after this mision.

Your lips formed a small smile as you heard how he still focused so much on the child's safety and comfort.

- It's nothing,truly. He's a sweetheart- You smiled as you felt his gaze on you- and so are you.

Mando looked at you with a surprised look under his helmet, his tanned cheeks dusted red at your comment.

- I'm...I'm not sweet. I'm a bountyhunter, I am dangerous.- He mumbled, trying to get his blush to fade.

You couldn't help but stiffle your laugh with your hand, looking at him with an amused smile.

- Oh I don't doubt of your dangerousness. Two things can be true at once- You smiled as you unconciously put your head on his plated shoulder.- You're a sweetheart and an amazing father.- You smiled softly, looking off the distance as Mando's gaze zeroed on your face, counting your lashes from how close you two were.

His heart was beating loud and fast, his skin was sweating as his brain short-circuited.

- I want to taste you.- He blurt out, surprising you and himself. - I-Um... I'm sorry, I-

You cut him off with a kiss to his helmet, Mando was caught by surprise as he fell on his back as you climbed above him.

- I want to taste you too- You shyly mumbled- For a long time...- The mandalorian's arms softly wrapped around your waist as you sat against his thigh. His hands caressed your back softly, pulling you closer giving you a kedable kiss.

- I want to be with you- You mumbled as tears stung your eyes, feeling his hands on you made you realize that this was real, that it was happening.- At least for a night. I want to be yours.

Mando's hands closed possesively around your buttocks, kneadling and making you let out a small moan.

- You were mine the moment you gave the kid those frog-shaped cookies.- He mumbled, massaging your rear as your hips softly started rotating against his thighs.

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips between soft moans.

- You still remember that? - You moaned softly, kissing the exposed part of his neck, rubbing your cheek against the stubble under his helmet.- That was so long ago...

Mando gave you a soft slap on the rear that made you squeal.

- I never forget, mesh'la. Much less about you.

You softly moaned his name as your core rubbed against his strong muscular thigh.

- Kark...- Mando groaned, sinking his hands on the meat of your thighs as he hid his head on your neck- I love it when you moan my name...- he groaned and your smirked.

- Then I'll keep doing it over and over again, all night long- And with the warning squeeze he gave your thighs and a gutural growl, the mandalorian switched your positions.

And true to your word, you did scream his name for hours on end.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, August 21st

PRINCIPAL WOOD: You're doing the best you can with what you've got. BUFFY: They're not all gonna make it. Some will die, and nothing I can do will stop that. Willow walks out the back door onto the porch, arms full of weapons. She freezes when she sees Principal Wood. WILLOW: Oh, hi. Hey. Well, Buffy, I—I see that our preparation for the school-pep-dance-cheer-drill contest are coming along. (to the potentials) Bring it on!

~~Get It Done~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Almost Ready by badly_knitted (Buffy, Angelus, PG)

Gratification by The_Crazy_Knight (Buffy/Giles, E)

mundane things (and a crossword puzzle) by GothamstreetCat (Wesley/Lilah, T)

Willow + Dean + Fate by Lyl (Willow/Dean, SPN xover, M)

Ken's Warning by rhodrymavelyne (Buffy/Angel, Angel/Kenneth Irons, Witchblade xover, Not Rated)

[Chaptered Fiction]

And Then There Were Two - ch. 1 by Murderpart1 (Vampire Willow/Willow, Not Rated)

Willow and Harry are BFFs - ch. 1-4 by Lyl (Willow, The Dresden Files xover, T) COMPLETE

Finding peace Pt. 12: Desperate (Spike x y/n) by itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland (Spike/reader, unrated)

A Tumble in Time - ch. 2 by thedoppleganger (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Mysterious Destinies - ch. 4 by EnchantedWillow (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

East of Nevada - ch. 18-19 by Blissymbolics (Buffy/Spike, R) COMPLETE

Reclaimed - ch. 11 by Holly (Buffy/Spike, NC-17) COMPLETE

Against All Odds - ch. 11 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

In The Dark With You - ch. 33 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Collision of Universes - ch. 10 by AragornIIElessar (multi xover, FR15)

Old Fashioned Romance - ch. 13 by calikocat (Xander, Captain America xover, FR21)

Healing After Heaven - ch. 26 by Kate (Buffy, Highlander xover, FR13)

Birds of a Feather - ch. 1-3 by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

In The Dark With You - ch. 33 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Spiked - ch. 15-17 by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Blood and Fame - ch. 6 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

To All We Guard - ch. 21 by simmony (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Photo collage: Happy Birthday James 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉 James Wesley Marsters August 20,1962 by nellarw95 (James, Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: [Spike smoking] by isevery0nehereverystoned (Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: fuffy sketch of That Scene by chelseabeecreates (Buffy/Faith, worksafe)

Artwork: Pose is based on the painting Ivan the Terrible and his son... by aa-arttss (Buffy, Kendra, worksafe)

Artwork: faith lehane - drawing from last year by stateofdreaminn (Faith, worksafe)

Manip / Wallpaper: I never get tired of doing that by revello-drive-1630 (Angel, Jenny, worksafe)

Moodboard: Cander moodboard 🫶 by zeroandvoid (Xander/Cordelia, worksafe)

Theme set / Headers / Icons: buffy summers tumblr theme set: header image & 2 icon options by strangergraphics (worksafe)

Gifset: Buffy Meme: [1/5 Songs] Goodbye to You - Michelle Branch by lovebvffys (Buffy/Spike, Tara, worksafe)

Gifset: user @kyliafanfiction asked - wesley or lilah The game face? ... by gothamstreetcat (Lilah, worksafe)

Gifset: BUFFY SUMMERS + braids & pigtails by clarkgriffon (Buffy, worksafe)

Gifset: Anya Jenkins + Outfits (Season 7) by clarkgriffon (Anya, worksafe)

Gifset: BUFFY SUMMERS + "love" by clarkgriffon (Buffy, ensemble, Bangel, Spuffy, worksafe)

Cartoon: [Image description: Preview panel for the comic strip at the link below. Willow works at a desk computer...] by paulgadzikowski (worksafe)

Cartoon: [Image description: Preview panel for the comic strip at the link below. Dr. Weir of Stargate: Atlantis and Buffy Summers] by paulgadzikowski (worksafe)

Collage: BUFFY THE FRICKEN VAMPIRE SLAYER EVERYBODEY fashion by soponge-meringue (ensemble, worksafe)

Collage: Collage #56 by thedecadentraven (Buffy/Spike, worksafe-ish)

Collage: Collage #57 by thedecadentraven (worksafe)

Collage: Collage #58 by thedecadentraven (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Collage: Collage #59 by thedecadentraven (Spike, worksafe)

Collage: Collage #60 by thedecadentraven (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Collage: Giles and Jenny by sunflower1109 (Giles/Jenny, worksafe)

Collage: Spike and Drusilla ❤️‍🔥 I adored their twisted love by sunflower1109 (Spike/Drusilla, worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

Season 3 spoilers- Consequences by five-bi-five

Next Generation [books] by SalRomanoAdMan1

Angel Fashion Part Two by theoverlookedoneedits1997

The Freshman [and Living Conditions and The Harsh Light of Day recap] by mothmans-wedding-photographer

PODCAST: Episode 70: Hero (w/ Dean Jurhs) by Gym Was Cancelled: A Buffy Podcast

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[the-hidden-empire]

How they are as fathers:

Not proofread. Don’t kill me! iPhones hard to type on (my computer is slow and my iPad is getting repaired)

Thrawn:

- Proud girl dad 100%

- Keeps his daughter on her toes

- Would always hold her as a baby. Even on the bridge of the cruiser.

- You would wake in a panic not being able to find you’re infant, you ran out of yours and Thrawns sheared chambers into his office.

- You found him holding you’re daughter, gently bouncing her as she cooed at the starts from her dads office window.

- You didn’t want to interfere with their bonding time, so you left them be, and went to bed with a smile on you’re face.

- He’d want more then one child of you are up for it.

- The moment you birthed you’re daughter, he fell in love with you all over again.

- Watching you hold his baby girl, he couldn’t help but find you beyond beautiful in that moment.

- You two are his pride and joy.

- His world evolves around you both.

- Will teach his daughter about philosophy and the art of the galaxy

- He’s make sure that when she is old enough she is well educated.

- Will teach her about the universe and it’s history.

- He’s a perfectionist so they may butt heads.

- His daughter will be a total dads girl (sorry mom)

- She’s identical to him, you wouldn’t even know she was part human.

- Doesn’t let any of the droids hold her after he birth, he only would let medical staff hold her. That’s if he felt it was necessary.

- Is her mentor.

- When she is born she is beyond tiny, and seeing how she could almost fit in his palm made his heart melt.

- She would grow up smart her then her pairs.

- He would make sure that she knew she’d be heir to the empire someday.

- After he came back from the unknown regions, his daughter was born two days after we came back to you.

- You and your daughter was his motivation to get back home to you.

- He couldn’t afford to miss her birth, let alone missing out on her growing up.

- He’d make her ahead of her own cruiser someday.

- He didn’t think he could love you anymore, that’s till you’re baby girl was born.

- Of course he trained her in combat. She was a brute force to be reckoned with.

- If you felt sick he would take her for the day while he lead his destroyer.

- Take you both to his home world.

- Would stand guard over her aa she slept till he felt she was safe.

- Was the most amazing father you’re little girl could ask for.

- He’d be beyond strict with her romantic life.

- He may be biased but he’d prefer she end up with an admiral of her own.

- When you were tired, he’d automatically take over without even saying a word.

- After you have you’re daughter, he’ll check almost every couple hours on you sense he still has to work.

- Wants to be with you both constantly.

- Having the grand admiral as her dad gave her slot of privilege that others never had.

- But she deserved it all, she was his first born and his mini clone.

- She was his best friend along with you.

- All he needed was you two.

- He was proud of himself when he found out you were pregnant.

- He wouldn’t show it of course though.

- He couldn’t say no to her.

- She gave him purpose (outside of you)

- And you had given him the greatest piece of treasure, he couldn’t ever thank you enough.

[thealchemistsfantasy]

Henry and Jen's relationship is tragic in the way that neither of them deserved anything that happened to them. Jennifer did not deserve to be placed in charge of another child while still being a child herself. She never got to be a little girl because she had to take on the responsibilities of a woman when she mentally and emotionally couldn't. In turn, this also makes her behavior toward Henry screw him up even more than he would have been already because she is not equipped for this role. She wants space, she wants to be her own person and have her own things, but Henry is reliant on her to the point she resents their parents as well as him and lashes out at him. The only reason he was ever aa dependent on her as he was was because that was the role that was forced upon her by her parents.

She tries to do what she can but sometimes she just cannot and projects her own anger and resentment onto this child who's done nothing wrong. She could be cruel, manipulative, neglectful, and in the end she abandons him. The parents rob her of her childhood and force her to be someone she isn't and in turn Henry bears the brunt of her pain and distress.

They meet again, some 27 years later in 1983. Henry is now 40 years old with a family of his own and a prospering career, and she is 45 with no family or job or any achievements. The only reason she stops by to see him is because his daughter's disappearance made the news. However, their first interaction is not hostile. They hug, because despite all the shit that went down, it has been 27 years. However, this does not mean Henry has forgiven her nor will he let his guard down.

He continues to be emotionally distant and a bit awkward toward her, he's not going to let her think for a second that she can climb over his walls again. Then as tensions brew, all of the memories and anger and resentment he had felt begin to surface in an explosive encounter. He tells her off, and the pair take some time apart. Meanwhile, she does her best to try to figure out what's going on from others and even participates in local search groups for Charlotte.

However, it is all in vain when Charlotte is discovered dead. Henry naturally goes off the deep end, lashing out frequently at Jen who tries to comfort him. He says some really cold and honestly really brutal things to her that he'd likely not say in his right mind, but she stays because the guilt of leaving him now would be too much. He says she is dead to him, that he never had a sister, claiming that she is such an utter failure that it should have been her lowered into the ground and says she would finally find purpose in decomposing for healthier soil.

Then he says he hates her, and that hurt worse than anything. I think it's the thought of remembering that little boy and hearing the words "I hate you" with trembling rage.

Still, she stays. She endures; she sticks by him on even the most difficult days. She is being the sister she failed to be before, the one who won't-- can't, give up on him. She left before and she will not leave again no matter what.

His family crumbles, he has difficulty working and steps away, he begins to indulge in unsettling and delusional ideas about Charlotte being alive, but she can't give up. She is with him, ride or die. Even when he tells her to go away, screams at her to leave him alone, only to end up in tears again and hug her waist. She tells him she loves him, and he says he loves her as well. It's then that she realizes that the reason why he hated her was because he loved her. Because he cared so much for her and she continuously hurt and neglected him again and again.

Watching him descend into this is torturous. It's the most emotionally devastating thing she has ever had to witness, likely the most devastating thing most people would ever have to witness. The complete spiral, everything crumbling around him as he begins to cling to delusions. The rage, the screaming, the crying, the emptiness, the silence. The madness. She stays.

Does she deserve what he says to her? No. Would it be in her best interest to leave? Probably, but she can't. She won't. It doesn't fix what happened, it doesn't correct her cruelty or her abandonment, but she is here for him now and will not give up on him. That alone is enough.

[beardedmrbean]

The end, when it came for the BGP5 barracks, was loud and brutal. First, a crackly speaker calling out for their surrender; then, a thunderous barrage of artillery, rockets and rifle fire that tore chunks out of the buildings in which hundreds of soldiers were hiding.

BGP5 – the letters stand for Border Guard Police – was the Myanmar military junta's last stand in northern Rakhine State, which lies along the border with Bangladesh.

Video by the insurgent Arakan Army (AA) which was besieging the base shows their rag-tag fighters, many barefoot, firing an assortment of weapons into the base, while air force jets roar over their heads.

It was a ferocious battle - perhaps the bloodiest of the civil war which has consumed Myanmar since the military seized power in a coup in 2021.

"They had dug deep ditches filled with spikes around the base," an AA source told the BBC.

"There were bunkers and reinforced buildings. They laid more than a thousand mines. Many of our fighters lost limbs, or their lives, trying to get through."

For the coup leader, General Min Aung Hlaing, this has been yet another humiliating defeat after a year of military setbacks.

For the first time his regime has lost control of an entire border: the 270km (170 miles) dividing Myanmar from Bangladesh now wholly under AA control.

And with only the Rakhine State capital Sittwe still firmly in military hands, though cut off from the rest of the country, the AA is likely to be the first insurgent group to take complete control of a state.

'My 17-year-old was brutally killed, but I'm glad she fought for freedom'

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The army has been in headlong retreat from the Arakan Army since the beginning of the year, losing town after town.

The last army units withdrew in September to BGP5, a compound covering around 20 hectares just outside the border town of Maungdaw, where the AA laid siege.

BGP5 was built on the site of a Muslim Rohingya village, Myo Thu Gyi, which was burned down during the violent expulsion of much of the Rohingya population by the armed forces in 2017.

It was the first of many burned villages I saw on a visit to Maungdaw right after the military operation in September of that year, a mass of charred debris in among the lush tropical vegetation, its inhabitants killed or forced to flee to Bangladesh.

When I returned two years later, the new police complex had already been built, with all the trees removed, giving defenders a clear view of any attacking force.

The AA source told us their advance towards it was painfully slow, requiring the insurgents to dig their own ditches for cover.

It does not publish its own casualties. But judging from the intensity of fighting in Maungdaw, which began in June, it is likely to have lost hundreds of its own troops.

Throughout the siege, the Myanmar air force kept up a constant bombardment of Maungdaw, driving the last civilians out of the town.

Its planes dropped supplies to the besieged soldiers at night, but it was never enough. They had plenty of rice stored in the bunkers, a local source told us, but they could not get any treatment for their injuries, and the soldiers became demoralised.

They started to surrender last weekend.

AA video shows them coming out in a pitiful state, waving white cloths. Some are hobbling on makeshift crutches, or hopping, their injured legs wrapped in rags. Few are wearing shoes.

Inside the wrecked buildings the victorious insurgents filmed piles of bodies.

The AA says more than 450 soldiers died in the siege. It has published images of the captured commander, Brigadier-General Thurein Tun, and his officers kneeling beneath the flagpole, now flying the insurgents' banner.

Pro-military commentators in Myanmar have been venting their frustration on social media.

"Min Aung Hlaing, you have not asked any of your children to serve in the military," wrote one. "Is this how you use us? Are you happy seeing all those deaths in Rakhine?"

"At this rate, all that will be left of the Tatmadaw [military] will be Min Aung Hlaing and a flagpole," wrote another.

The capture of BGP5 also shows the Arakan Army to be one of the most effective fighting forces in Myanmar.

Formed only in 2009 – much later than most of Myanmar's other insurgent groups – by young ethnic Rakhine men who had migrated to the Chinese border on the other side of the country in search of work, the AA is part of the Three Brotherhood Alliance which has inflicted most of the defeats suffered by the junta since last year.

The other two members of the alliance have stayed on the border, in Shan State.

But the AA moved back to Rakhine eight years ago to start its armed campaign for self-government, tapping into historic resentment among the Rakhine population of the poverty, isolation and central government neglect of their state.

The AA leaders have proven to be smart, disciplined and able to motivate their fighters.

They are already administering the large areas of Rakhine State they control as though they were running their own state.

And they also have good weapons, thanks to their links with the older insurgent groups on the Chinese border, and appear to be well-funded.

There is a bigger question, though, over how much the various ethnic insurgent groups are willing to prioritise the goal of overthrowing the military junta.

Publicly they say they do, alongside the shadow government which was deposed by the coup, and the hundreds of volunteer peoples' defence forces which have sprung up to support it.

In return for the support it is getting from the ethnic insurgents, the shadow government is promising a new federal political system which will give Myanmar's regions self-rule.

But already the other two members of the Three Brotherhood Alliance have accepted China's request for a ceasefire.

China is seeking a negotiated end to the civil war which would almost certainly leave the military with much of its power intact.

The opposition insists the military must be reformed and removed from politics. But having already made so many territorial gains at the expense of the junta, the ethnic insurgents may be tempted to strike a deal with China's blessing rather than keep fighting to oust the generals.

The AA's victory poses more worrying questions.

The group's leadership is tight-lipped about its plans. But it takes over a state that was always poor and which has suffered greatly from the intense fighting of the past year.

"Eighty per cent of the housing in Maungdaw and the surrounding villages has been destroyed," one Rohingya man who left Maungdaw recently for Bangladesh told the BBC.

"The town is deserted. Almost all the shops and houses have been looted."

Last month the United Nations, whose agencies are being given very little access to Rakhine, warned of looming famine, because of the huge numbers of displaced people and the difficulty of getting any supplies in, past a military blockade.

The AA is trying to set up its own administration, but the BBC has been told by some of those displaced by the fighting that the group cannot feed or shelter them.

It is also unclear how the AA will treat the Rohingya population, still thought to number around 600,000 in Rakhine, even after the expulsion of 700,000 in 2017.

The largest number live in northern Rakhine State and Maungdaw has long been a predominantly Rohingya town. Relations with the ethnic Rakhine majority, the support base for the AA, have long been fraught.

They are now a great deal worse after Rohingya militant groups, which have their power base in the vast refugee camps in Bangladesh, chose to take sides with the military, against the AA, despite the army's track record of persecuting Rohingyas.

Many Rohingyas do not like these groups, and some say they are happy to live in an AA-run Rakhine State.

But tens of thousands have been expelled by the AA from towns it has conquered, and not been allowed back.

The AA has promised to include all communities in its vision for a future independent of the central government, but it has also denounced the Rohingyas it found itself fighting alongside the army. In August dozens of Rohingyas, many of them women and children trying to cross over to Bangladesh, were killed by bombs, almost certainly dropped from AA drones.

"We cannot deny the fact that Rohingyas have been persecuted by Myanmar governments for many years, and the Rakhine people supported that," said the Rohingya man we spoke to in Bangladesh.

"The government wants to keep Rohingyas from becoming citizens, but the Rakhine people believe there should be no Rohingyas at all in Rakhine State. Our situation today is even more difficult than it was under the rule of the military junta."

[medlabmech]

I made a thing, yayayyyyy!!!!

So, a while ago, I saw that the creators of the Whinnie the Pooh slasher wanna make a Pinocchio horror too. Annoyed with the constant influx of shitty shock value horror, I wanted to write our dear P beat this thing up.

And my writer's block took that personally.

BUT

Now... I cooked!!!!

Hope you like it! Tell me if you'd like to read more! (I got continuation plans for this fight scene)

Tags: P vs original creature, violence, silent protagonist, action, horror elements, slight body horror

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“I suppose this is the place” chirped Gemini with uncertainty. P held his gaze at the rotten carcass of a manor at the top of a winding hill path. The light from the Monad lamp being of little solace.

It wasn't long since P’s lazy night was interrupted by a survivor. A woman, screaming hysterically of a hellish puppet of wood in the old Monad manor. A place so forgotten, even by those who built it, that it now looked completely foreign to Krat.

P half expected the woman to be exaggerating, something that was sadly taken out of the question with the unmistakable iron scent of blood hitting his nostrils as soon as he stepped into the house’s domain. Feelings have been more intense ever since his fully realised humanity…without that being always a good thing.

P gripped his weapon in hand -the two dragons sword, to ensure ease in combat in case thing went claustrophobic in there- and started pacing deeper into the maw of darkness.

“Eugh! I’m…I’m sensing something!” Gemini protested “It’s…it’s like Ergo but…ugh..foul…like…something that shouldn’t exist..” P almost sushed him in anger, before feeling it as well. Something in his heart…like a foul stream of poison mixing up with his Ergo…Something is definitely here…

a muffled sound of a thud was all that was heard, but it was enough to make P rush to it’s source like a hound. There in a horrible parody of a workshop, he found it. The crude wooden puppet of a boy, swinging a tool up and down with stilted movements. The tool’s target was a mass of flesh in the vague shape of a face, each thud a squelch that sent prickles of disgust up P’s skin. The woman was right. This really was the mischievous puppet…Carlo’s favourite tale…

The thing twitched and imitated turing around. Despite the boyish frame, the face of the creature was more fitting to a Carcass. Razor sharp teeth affixed to a permanent grin, a crooked, dark branch for a nose, and strangely organic, bloodshot eyes.

“H-H-Hiii-iii” it huffed. “I’m lo-oo-nelyyy…I wa-aa-nt…friends to br-br-aaaaaake…t-t-toooys to k-k-k-k-k-KILL!” it mumbled and rushed P, tool raised. The Puppet of Geppetto simply huffed, and spun his sword into a defensive stance, the creature hitting him exactly as he guarded, shooting it back and allowing P a diagonal slice on his opponent’s chest.

The puppet screeched in pain and stumbled back, exposing a pulsating, reddish webbed material through a cut on its torso. “I-i-iiii just want FRIE-EE-EENDS!” It shouted and it’s nose seemed to be getting longer and more crooked. P switched to a crafted weapon, a massive saw crafted onto a glaive handle that offered rocked boosted strikes. Insulted with this thing’s mere existence, he wound the weapon back, feeling the booster of the handle heat up. He was determined to end this here and now.

With just a blink, the puppet was infront of him, screeching and flailing wildly, P barely managing to raise his weapon to guard. The monster’s attacks were relentless, forcing him on the defensive, unable to find the timing to swing his slower, but more powerful attack.

The puppet’s next lunge had it cling to the the massive blade, its teeth grinding together in rabid frenzy as it shouted “We knew you would come….we were expecting you, f-f-f-friiiiiend…” it spat the words at P, alongside a tar like goo. The puppet made the mistake of trading its edge in combat with horror. With it finally being still, P struck the back of his metal hand across its face, knocking a few teeth out and making it stumble towards the edge of the saw. P wasted no time in firing up the booster glaive, spinning around with the monster still lodged on the saw’s teeth. With a mighty shout, and the aid of the booster and his puppet strength, he performed a spin of red light, faster than a blink, cleaving the mischievous puppet in half.

The creature stumbled back in panic, dark, pulsing viscera spilling from its stump. “Th-Th-Th-Theeee-Theeere are n-n-n-n-oooo striiiiiiii-iiings on m-m-mmeeee…” It mumbled as the viscera became more rigid, more akin to thin spider legs… “B-B-B-Buuuuuuuuuuuut-t-t-t, there will be-be-be on…y-y-yoooooouuuurrrr-” the wooden body was more like a suggestion at this point, looking more like crudely put together exoskeleton, the creature’s maw cracking-”COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRPSEEEEEEEE” it screamed and lunged at P. He barely managed to switch to the two dragons sword and guard by raising his metal arm. The monster bit into the arm, denting the metal and causing P to sharply exhale in pain.

Gritting his teeth in rage, he rammed the sword through the monster’s jaw joints, and pulled down, completely uhinging the mandible and freeing his arm. The creature simply yanked the now useless jaw off its face with an annoyed grunt, like one would toss a cigarette on the ground. It roared, and thin, tendon-like strings shot from its forearms to grab an assortment of nasty tools from behind it. Cackling with malice, it wildly swung its arms around, unleashing a flurry of unpredictable strikes at P.

Some he deflected with graceful swings of the sword, others nicked and whipped him and for some more he had to feel the dull pain of when they struck his blade. P’s breathing became slightly laborious, hoping the monster gives him a chance to dodge away and pop a pulse cell. The chance he actually got however was much, much better. The creature wound back its arms and shot both strings forward, aiming for the sword and successfully wrapping around the blade. P gasped, and as soon as he felt his opponent tug, he tugged harder, spinning around and stabbing the sword deep in the floor. With the strings immobilised, he pulled out the grisly, gargantuan live puppet axe and dropped it in front of him, its sheer weight cutting of the fleshy threads. Throwing his arm back to switch to his own puppet string, he used the axe’s handle as a pole to spin forward and shoot the string at the monster. The tip speared through its eye, earning a screech of pain out of it, and the last thought it could possibly have, as P traced himself to it and jumped high to the ceiling, the combined force of gravity and P bringing heavy metal on the mischievous puppet, cleaving the monster vertically in half.

the horrible heart at the center spat out blood, its sinister glow fading as the halves slumped to the floor. The creature was still scary to look at, but now the malicious spark of its life had faded for good.

P held his hand to his heart, the metallic pounding of the P organ calming down with each passing second….the sourness still leaving a foul aftertaste…

“sigh..not to be a jerk….but I don’t think this is over just yet…” Gemini admitted with a heavy heart. P replied with a silent, slow nod of approval. Whatever this is…is merely the tip of the iceberg….

[nana1000night]

Yandere Phoenix

I am a newbie to Narumayo and the ships in AA series.

But hey...... I just have some thots.

So let me start my claim, shall we?

English is not my first language so there'll be some mistakes

Where get me the idea first?

Hobo Phoenix, actually. The whole AA4 and the mysterious Phoenix just... different to his usual goofy one yk!?

And I can't stop my crazy brains when I saw this

I mean the goofy Nick? Adorable

But the mysterious-I-knows-sth-more Phoenix?

Perfect

The AA6 Nick is the blessing DILF things and he's in another level so yeah

So... Here's my timeline about this seires.

The seed of Yandere

If you know the story about the college-age of Nick, then you might think this is when it started. The Dahlia Event is a huge crash to Nick when he just had his not-so-many relationships.

I doubt the shadows just scrawl into his heart and buried the seed of yandare.

The question is, however, is who or what triggers the seed to grow?

The answer is until Mia's death and he had to protect Maya.

You might have known——

Protective is the trigger word for Nick.

Nick is a defend lawyer, protect is his motivation.

He was still young and a fresh one to the lawyers.

And yet he have no time to adjust the whole new changes around him, he could only fight for Maya, himself and let the bastard in jail.

Maya is the only one who stayed by his side when he's nearly broken the second time.

She helped him to say objection and done the spirit channeling just to help Nick could do his best.

They protected each other, and yet Nick feels not enough.

He should be the one protect and take care Maya for her sister.

Maya might be childish but hey she's just 17 in THAT TIME. She has the right and Nick want to let her keeps that traits.

That sooth the pain and help Phoenix get some relief from the overwhileming reality.

That's part of the reason Nick just kick himself up, his position is protecter.

We could see the duty of protecting Maya that would trigger his yandere side.

The growth of yandere

I thots three things trigger the shadows in Phoenix's heart:

Maya IS SAFE AND HAPPY

The request from Mia

The fear to be left

Maya is safe and happy

Like I said before, Maya helped Phoenix and stayed when he was left. She and Phoenix share similar sorrow about Mia's death and the crazy accused of murdering Mia.

Maya comforted Phoenix and did her best to support him. She might not be the one who could be calm or point out the evidence to help Nick on the trial.

But she definitely helped Nick to find the evidence and got the important testimony from the others.

With Maya, Nick could just be Nick, not a lawyer who couldn't let his guard down

Besides, Phoenix wants Maya could be happy, not be sad or sorrowful anymore.

The request from Mia

Mia is Nick's saver and mentor, she teaches Nick how to be a proper lawyer and guides him when he is panicky.

Mia knows and trusts Nick, she's a fucking gambler if I dare to say. I mean Maya is only 17 years old and she just...let Nick take care of her.

I guess Mia is the lucky person when things about her sister.

But why this reason is second? Maya is the main reason why Nick got the whole mother hen mode and turned to the yandere mode.

If Maya is the one like Dahlia... I doubt Nick would miss her LMAO. He might defend her when she gets in trouble, but the burning bridge and the broken door might not be so impressive. And the killer trial, I guess Nick might not be THAT anxious and struggling.

The fear to be left

In AA1, I would say that Phoenix has no one besides Maya and Larry.

The loss of Mia is another wound in his heart.

Being lonely is torture, I know for some ppl it's a blessing. But no I think Phoenix doesn't like to be alone or too quiet.

Maya is the one, I dare to say, HEALING HIM INSIDE OUT.

She may not be like her sister Mia who is his mentor, but she's his comfort and motivation to still be himself but not crash mentally.

She's the one who keeps him sane so he can keep going.

Therefore, the killer event and the murder plan are the ones that stimulate the shadows inside his heart.

I have no doubt that Phoenix would start to think about some... measures just to protect Maya.

Like letting her be his full-time assistant so that she could be under his watch.

Or let the Fey family hire him as Maya's lawyer and guards so he could still protect her.

But the craziest one usually shows up when Maya finally frees herself from the life threat, and when Phoenix feels Maya is SAFE in his arms.

PRISON HER IN A CAGE WHERE NO ONE COULD HARM HER, AND SHE COULDN'T ESCAPE TO GET HURT.

Phoenix couldn't stop the insane idea pop up in his mind.

He feels sick.

He knew Maya would hate him.

He knew Mia would also hate him.

Though it is wrong, it feels right.

The Change of yandere

Remember the first trigger points? The first one is whether Maya's happy and safe or not.

These requests are the Law of Phoenix Wright

The craziest idea would make Maya unhappy.

So even though it calms down Nick's anxious mind, Nick debates in his mind.

And the reason part of him and the motivation of seeing Maya happy won.

But, Nick noticed he had a shadow side of him cause the Maya debate.

I have no doubt that Nick tries to hide this side in front of Maya. Phoenix just doesn't want to worry Maya.

But it Changed in the Disbarment. Nick lost his badge and nearly everything he had.

He's not the legendary attorney anymore, he has a daughter to raise. He needs to Find a way to turnabout the case.

Though Maya didn't ditch him even though he got Disbarment, Phoenix still feels uneasy.

The shadows that he kept hiding were released in the whole 7 years. Nick worked in the dark, he kept an eye on Maya in the shadows.

This part of the story didn't tell us much, so I JUST LET MY mind fill that：

If Phoenix couldn't protect under the light, then do it in the darks.

He would protect Maya even in the ashes.

Nevertheless, THE insecurity eats him inside out.

He's afraid that Maya will leave him eventually.

So when Maya and Pearl invite them or Visit them, Phoenix would find a way to reassure himself.

Remember that I said hobo Nick turns into a mysterious man?

Yep, this man became sneaky and just said good news.

Nick would hug Maya and stay beside her when they were out.

He didn't give a mind to what the world would think about him and Maya.

Maya doesn't realize what happened (in Phoenix's view), so he enjoys the time with her and feels guilty cause he can't be sure if this is the correct thing to do.

In my mind, Nick would steal some kisses when Maya in asleep cause he just needed some comfort and reassurance from Maya.

He may not be her knight in shining armor, but who said he couldn't be her guard in night.

[dzthenerd490]

File: Friday the 13th

SCP#: ABR

Code Name: Jason, the eternal guardian of Crystal Lake.

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: The campsite of Crystal Lake has been purchased and fenced off by the Foundation with the cover story being that it is now reserved area for members only. A Foundation Area Base has been constructed in the campsite, populated with AFA-3 unit's disgusted as humans and programmed with Level 3 A.I. They have been placed on the area to observe SCP-ABR and watch for trespassing civilians. They are also in charge of handling any testing regarding SCP-ABR as any Foundation staff that enter the area can likely trigger SCP-ABR to go on a rampage.

Description: SCP-ABR is an immortal killer that wears an old and worn jacket, ragged clothing, a hockey mask and possesses a machete as his favorite weapon. SCP-ABR is a Level 4 Regenerator, as such nothing common such as melee weapons and firearms or anomalous such as lasers and gravity manipulation can kill him. Though it has been proven possible to reduce him to a state where he is unable to bring harm.

His body can be cut down to the point that he is unable to do anything for at least 48 hours which is how long it takes his body to heal, at least so long as he is not in Crystal Lake. Testing has shown that SCP-ABR heals faster within the lake he resides. It seems to work like a Lazaras pit for him and him alone as testing with the water show that it's no different to regular water found in lakes. Why this only works for SCP-ABR or how it even works at all is unknown. Because the anomalous properties of the lake or not fully understood nor has it been confirmed if its even the lake or just another property of SCP-ABR himself, the lake has not been labeled as an anomaly.

SCP-ABR likes to guard the old camp site known as Crystal Lake, killing any trespassers without hesitation; especially those that break the rules and do impure things. Actions that qualify as impure include, violence, premarital sex, underage drinking, doing drugs, or even playing video games. SCP-ABR seems to hold pure catholic values close to his heart which is ironic given his tendency to kill everything around him. Furthermore, there doesn't seem to be any known parameters to appease SCP-ABR without resorting to violence. Much like SCP-173 and SCP-096 despite following a set of rules, logic surrounding the anomalies is confusing. 

However, this is not an issue, as stated SCP-ABR is immortal he is not indestructible and can be subdued when damaged enough. Normally complete dismemberment will suffice.

SCP-ABR was discovered in 1980 after the Crystal Lake murders caused by killer Pamela Voorhees had ended with her death. However, once police forces entered the camp they were quickly attacked by SCP-ABR who at the time was a naked moldy corpse. Despite seemingly being at a disadvantage, the police try to fight back only to be killed off one by SCP-ABR. Thankfully one of the police was a Foundation agent and reported the incident before retreating.

Mobile Task Force Hades-2 "Dead Men Do Tell Tales" Was deployed to intercept SCP-ABR and contain him, they did so rather easily. Originally SCP-ABR was to be contained at Site-AA however as he was being transported, his health was visibly deteriorating. Due to Protocol "Silver Bullet" SCP-ABR could not be allowed to die without proper research so he was quickly and unfortunately sent back to Crystal Lake. Only once he returned to the general area was his health restored, and his regenerative abilities returned. It is for this reason the Foundation purchased Crystal Lake and turned into a Foundation area instead of giving SCP-ABR standard containment.

Due to SCP-ABR being the most aggressive around those who do not uphold pure catholic values, it was agreed not to have Foundation Staff near him for obvious reasons. This is why only AFA-3 units disguised as humans are allowed within the Foundation area and to test SCP-ABR. Since his containment, testing has since moved from testing his durability and regeneration to seeing how he is able to exist in the first place as there is still no explanation for his anomalous state. Though there are also administrative staff that have put in testing requests to see if it's possible for SCP-ABR to be weaponized despite his hostility, much like SCP-076. Testing regarding both subjects is still ongoing.

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