#anderson's scary charge

[inuhodo]

my own no-reapers au where it's just anderson has adopted dan when she's still a shithead teenager off the streets instead of agreeing to send her to the alliance. and saren is there to be a sunday cartoon villain. and hijinks ensue. (drawn over the yakuza movie)

[lucidfairies]

money [a.a]

pairing: ceo!abby x secretary!reader

synopsis: when you finally land the job of your dreams, you had no idea what your boss would be like. and damn, no idea you conjured could've done her justice.

warnings: top!abby, bottom!reader, age gap (reader is in her 20s, abby is in her early 40s), cunnilingus (r/a receiving), strap (r!receiving), praise + degradation, mommy kink, dirty talk, manhandling, pet names (sweetheart, sweet girl, angel, baby, whore, slut)

word count: 3.3k

it wasn't everyday that you landed a job with one of the most well known law firms in washington. for now you were just a secretary, someone to sit outside of an office and take calls, but your hope was to work your way up to one of their lawyers.

you had little prior experience with being a secretary, but it was just enough to get you this gig. the building was large, and the office you were to assist was on one of the highest floors, naturally where the head of the firm was.

you knew her, abby anderson. incredibly talented lawyer who even won over a supreme court case. though you hadn't met her in person, you were exhilarated to meet her. she was who you dreamed to be, especially by her age.

it wasn't until your third day, when abby was finally in the office, when you got a glimpse of what working here would actually look like. abby showed up in a well pressed black suit, armani logo drilling into your eyes like a laser, making you feel all that underdressed.

"do I know you?" she asked when you knocked gently on her office door and went in. she truly didn't mean to be rude - her son had been sick for three days and she was feeling it now - but you didn't know that. you automatically assumed she was an asshole, and that threw you off.

you cleared your throat, meeting her eyes and immediately shifting them again. she was intimidating, almost scary. "I'm y/n. I'm your new assistant." she looked you up and down, gaze still burning your skin, and the corner of her mouth turned up to a smirk.

"great. I take my coffee black, nothing in it. there will be a card on your desk that you can charge it to every morning. get yourself something. I expect you to leave before I do, as I stay late. by any chance, do you babysit?" your eyes found hers as you finally looked up.

"I mean, I can. I used to when-" she cut you off, uninterested in anything except the yes. you noted that for later.

"I might need you to pick up my son from school every couple weeks. not often, and certainly not until I've run a background check on you." she wasn't hardly looking at you now, eyes flipping between her papers and computer. "did I miss anything?"

"no ma'am," you said, standing up and instinctively wiping off your skirt, though there was nothing there. suddenly you were back at your desk, waiting for calls and bookings to come in while trying to make sense of that interaction.

the next day you arrived late, but in your defense, the line at the coffee place was long and traffic was even longer, and now you weren't even sure that the coffee was hot. abby was there when you gently knocked on her door, allowing your entry with a low 'come in.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, there was really bad traffic and the line-"

"it's okay, sweet girl." your stomach flipped. yesterday, when your eyes knew nothing but the floor, you hadn't exactly taken in her appearance, but today. today.

today she was in a black turtleneck, sleeves right around the muscle in her arms that just made her look so, so good. her black slacks were tight at her hips with a belt, and they were hugging her legs so tight that you were sure the seam would rip.

her hair was pulled into a nice bun and she wore no makeup, not that she ever needed to. she had freckles, beautiful eyes. rings. she had rings, that she could put inside of you any day.

"I'll be on time tomorrow, miss." your gaze dropped again as you turned to leave her office. this was surely going to be nothing but torture for the following months.

two weeks later was the first time she asked you to stay late. you originally had plans, but the way your name dripped off of her tongue like honey made you immediately cancel them. she had asked you politely to pick up her son, and you even acquired her number from the ordeal.

dealing with kids was not your specialty, but abby's son was a delight. he talked all about his mom, some about his dad and it made you wonder if abby was single or not. she never wore a ring to your knowledge, not even on a necklace, and from your speculation she almost looked like a lesbian. maybe you were just dreaming about the end.

if you had taken your apartment and multiplied it by ten, it still wouldn't be half the size of abby's house. she truly did have money, if the armani suits and porsche didn't say that already.

an hour into your babysitting, which almost just felt like hanging out with a kid in a mansion, abby got home. she walked in, greeting you with the first real smile you had ever seen on her face. your brain malfunctioned when you gently placed her hand on your arm and pressed an innocent kiss onto your cheek.

you were blushing profusely, pupils blown, almost dizzy, all she did was kiss your cheek, a very normal way of greeting someone and you were fucked. abby didn't fail to see you run your fingers over the spot and look at them before quickly turning back towards the two of them.

abby lived for it. lived for the you drooled over everything she did, lived for the way that she was sure her fingers would look so, so good in your mouth... and she tried not to think about it. how could she, when her son was standing right next to her, trying to tell her about his day, and you. you just looked so innocent.

you were engulfed in her smell, the perfect balance of pine and amber and erotica. she smelled like five hundred dollar cologne right off the shelf of valentino. you wanted to smell like that, wanted to smell like that, wanted to wear her clothes and have everyone think that you were together.

"thanks for coming, sweetheart. I'll see you on monday." you looked at her with your brows knit, knowing you had work the following day, friday. "take the day off. you did something for me, and I'm repaying you. use my card and get something."

the amount of money she had to just throw around was so attractive to you. she was an independent woman who brought in millions every year and was letting some secretary she had known for three weeks let buy anything on a day off.

monday had arrived, and you had purchased nothing with abby's card, naturally. you weren't one to spend someone's money just because they had a lot of it, or because they told you to. she would've had to buy it for you to accept it, at that.

it was nearing eleven when abby called you into her office by your first name, instead of one of the many nicknames she always seems to use. "sit." she demanded as you stepped in, and you did so.

"is something wrong, ms. anderson?" she wasn't mad, but she was irritated. she told you to do something, told you to put yourself first and you didn't.

"I told you to treat yourself on friday," her gaze left her laptop and met your eyes. "why didn't you?" you blanked for a moment.

"I just.. I didn't feel right spending money that wasn't mine." she gave you a disapproving look, before getting up and coming around her desk to stand in front of you. in a matter of moments, one of her large hands was grabbing your jaw and forcing your head up to look at her.

she bent down slightly, lips grazing over yours, and you were sure she could feel how much your face heated up. "next time I tell you to do something, you're going to do it. understand, sweet girl?"

"I don't-" your pupils were blown and you were so desperate for her to press her lips just a bit closer, fill the gap and just let you have it.

"say 'yes abby'."

"y-yes abby." she let go of your face and went back to her desk, pretending to pay you little attention, but she was acutely aware of the way you pushed your thighs together and squirmed.

"you're dismissed. I expect to see a charge by the morning." you got up and hurried out, going straight to the bathroom. your face was burning up, and you could vaguely see an imprint from her hand.

you were meaninglessly circling the mall, trying to decide what to spend this newfound money on. obviously you wouldn't get something big and glamorous, no matter how much she seemingly wanted you to.

every time you walked, you seemed to pass victoria's secret. It seemed like it was calling you to buy something, and after that interaction with abby earlier, you decided that maybe you should treat yourself and went in.

you looked around for a while before finding a cute blue set, with embroidered, lacy flowers. it was nothing special, just transparent and high waisted, but it was speaking to you. suddenly you knew what you were wearing to work the next day.

- - -

you felt completely scandalous wearing a short little skirt over the lingerie in the morning, with a button down, where the first few buttons were unbuttoned. it was different from your usual dress pants and blouse, but it definitely did what you needed it to do.

work was as usual for the majority of the morning, and you were suddenly doubting why you wore what you did. there was no point, you were seriously delusional and seriously needed help. what kind of freak where's lingerie and completely inappropriate work clothes to work after one minor interaction with their boss?

that was until you got a simple email from ms. anderson herself, reading nothing but;

my office. now, please.

you cleared your throat, brushed out your hair slightly and adjusted your shirt before nonchalantly entering her office. you sat, observing the way she remained quiet for a moment before clearing her desk and turning her attention towards you.

“did you think I wouldn't realize?” she asked, cooly, with her eyebrows raised slightly. “I mean, props to you, you did as you were told. but I checked the card. I'm not the only one who can see the transactions on that card either, sweetheart.”

you were immediately red. who else could see them? “I didn't r-really think-”

“no, you didn't. I bet the men in my finances would love to see you dancing around in whatever you bought, wouldn't they, baby?” she was standing before you could think, hands resting on the handles of your chair. “why don't you show me, huh? I know you're wearing it.”

“I'm not- we can't do that here.” you looked around, though you knew no one would ever bother her and her office had no cameras. “we're at work, abigail.” there was a fast switch in her eyes, the way they went from cocky to wide, almost needy.

“fuck,” her head dropped into the crook of your neck before she ran her nose along your jaw. “say it again. please, baby.” her tone, the gentle pleading made any rational thoughts disappear from your mind. your hand wrapped around the collar of her button down and pulled her in gently.

“abigail,” you whispered, “I want this,” with that, her hands were everywhere, all at once. she was pulling you up, wrapping her large hands around your hips as she pulled you in for a harsh kiss. she was forcing you onto her desk, keeping her lips to yours as your bodies molded to each other.

she left your lips, finding a perfect spot on your neck and sucking. you gasped when you felt her hand undoing the buttons of your shirt and pulling it out of your skirt. you were grabbing her by her waist trying to pull her closer as she continued to mark up your neck and grab your tits.

when she finally pulled away from your neck, her eyes became wide looking at your lingerie clad tits. you slid your shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it, looking up at her as you began to unbutton hers. she didn't let you get very far before she was gently pushing you back until your back was against the cool wood of the desk.

she unclipped your bra and pulled it off, tongue immediately meeting your nipple. she bit it and you yelped, grabbing her shoulders. her large hand was messing with your other, tugging gently and kneading. "I love your tits so fucking much, baby.” she mumbled into your skin while she kissed down your stomach.

she left more hickies on your ribs, but you desperately needed her in one place. she was pulling your skirt down in seconds, pressing her tongue against you like it was nothing and watching you arch and moan. she was eating you out through your underwear for a minute, before you grabbed her hair and pulled her head up.

"take them off." she smirked, and her head tilted slightly to the side.

"who said you're in charge, sweet angel?" the nickname was new, but you fucking loved that she always called you sweet. you were something sweet to her, and that made your brain lag every time.

"abby please," you bucked into her, chasing friction. that's when you felt it; the large bulge in her slacks that you hadn't noticed earlier.

"feel that, baby? that's all for you." she pulled down your underwear slowly, tossing it in the pile of clothes. she spread your lips, watching slick connect and drip down your thighs. your face burned and you covered it, embarrassed. "uncover your face or I'll stop." you did as told.

she pulled a ponytail off her wrist and pulled her hair into a bun before pressing her tongue into your clit and licking a fat stripe. your head hit the desk with a thud, reveling at the feeling. she worked your clit, sucking it into her mouth and painting patterns with her tongue while she pressed a finger into entrance.

she used her free hand to hold you down by your stomach, since your squirming was messing her up. you whined when she added a second finger, not used to her thick fingers. "if you can't take my fingers, how am I supposed to fuck you with my strap?" you moaned at her words, loving the dirtiness of it.

she returned to your clit and you got loud when she curled her fingers up into the best spot, whimpering and groaning. she remembered the time when you pressed your fingers to your cheek in her house, and brought her unused hand to your mouth, tapping your chin lightly. "open your mouth and suck," she instructed, noticing your confused look.

you took two of her fingers in your mouth and sucked them, which shut you up. your stomach coiled, a warm feeling rushing between your legs before you could even mumble a word. it felt like you just kept coming, until she finally pulled away from your cunt.

"are you gonna give me another one, angel?" she was unclipped her belt while you caught your breath. "wanna fuck you all day." she pulled her pants and boxers down just barely enough to get her strap out. "flip over, ass up." you turned over, fucked out muscles aching.

she ran the tip of her strap between your folds, letting your wetness lube it up, then lined up with your hole. she pushed just the tip in, groaning at the way you took it so well and swallowed her in. "what if I just fucked you like this, huh?" you whined.

"please.. need more," you pushed your hips back slightly, trying to push her in further. she pulled out, simply pushing the tip back in.

"desperate fucking whore," she thrust in on the last word, bottoming out immediately. you whimpered, the strap stretching you far more than her fingers. "aw, baby, does that hurt?" she pulled out far and fucked into you again.

she started fucking you, deep and hard, until you were moaning and grabbing onto the desk, trying to stabilize yourself. one of her hands left your hips and grabbed your hair, wrapping it around her fist and tugging. "fuck.. abby- abs.. mommy,”

your eyes widened at the name, which came out unintentionally. she stopped momentarily before groaning and picking her pace back up rapidly. "call me that again." the tip of her strap kissed your cervix and bumped against your g-spot every time. her arm wrapped around your waist, flicking your clit.

"mommy.. m'gonna cum." you slurred, cock drunk and fucked out. she kept her pace, hardly changing anything except for the fact that she was louder now, finding the perfect angle to get the harness to hit her clit.

"just wait a second, my love,” you held it for as long as you could, but it became too much, and she was hitting just right. your mind went absolutely blank as your vision went white, a wave crashing over you as you came.

you could hear abby moaning, but you were still going, and unable to think of anything. “fuck baby, you make such a mess.” you relaxed your tense body and look over your shoulder at abby's soaked harness, pants, and desk.

“m’sorry.” she slowly pulled her strap out and unclipped it front her hips, letting you lay for another minute before she grabbed your hips and helped you flip over and sit up. “wanna make you cum, mommy.” you looked at her with doe eyes, watching her eyes darken.

“I already came, sweetheart. don't worry about me.” you brought your hand down to cup her cunt and she took in a sharp breath. you ground your palm against her clit and she groaned, shifting her stance from foot to foot.

you slid off the desk with wobbly legs and kneeled in front of her, pupils blown. “please mommy,” you ran your nails over her abs and under her boxer strap lightly, making her muscles tense.

“such a slut, aren't you? want mommy to fuck your face?” you nodded, pulling her boxers down to her ankles. her blonde bush matched her hair, and you noticed her happy trail that you hadn't earlier. “stick out your tongue, baby, be a good girl.”

you stuck your tongue out flat, not even getting a chance to lick before she was pressing her cunt to your mouth. she fucked herself on your face, gripping your hair tight and grinding fast. you gently pushed her against the desk, lifting one of her legs to your shoulder and leaving the other one down.

she must have loved the new angle, because she was moaning and grunting more than you had ever heard her. her clit was twitching and puffy, wet from your spit and her slick. she let out an involuntary whimper, and it was like music to your ears. “gonna c-cum on your f-fucking face, angel.”

her legs shook as she came, ans you spent the following moments licking all of it up. you pulled away and stood up, still shaky. she pulled her boxers and slacks up, moving towards the pile of clothes and handing you what was yours. “do you wanna get dinner tonight?” she stopped what she was doing to button up your shirt and zip your skirt.

“yeah, that's great.” she smiled, kissing you softly.

“you can go home if you want to clean up. I can take my own calls for a few minutes.” it was your turn to smile, grateful to get out of your uncomfortable, wet clothes.

“I'll see you tonight?” you asked, looking over your shoulder once you got to the door.

“pick you up at seven.”

a/n: part two? 🤭

tag list: @shewantstoknow @baumbii @zombholic

[lizzieisright]

Tranquility

dom!reader x sub!Abby

Summary: You want to help Abby relax and show her she doesn't have to control everything, sometimes she just can let go.

Tags: dom!reader, fingering, praise, consent checks, Abby doesn't really notice she is subbing, very light and vanilla, Sylvia Plath's quotes.

wc: 3.7k

MINORS DON'T INTERACT I'll hunt you for sport 

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You don't jump into power dynamics right away when you get together: Abby doesn't even think about it too much - she just assumes since between the two of you she is the killing machine, big strong scary Abby Anderson, she'll be in charge like she is everywhere else. And you don't seem to mind, even though you had the sex talk way prior to having actual sex (I can't bottom every time if it's something you want, you said to her, and Abby agreed: she liked topping but she could bottom just fine). 

So the thought of power dynamics doesn't come to Abby at all, until one day. 

You are too good at reading Abby's mood - for some reason you can notice even the small shift in her. It's a superpower that creeps Abby out sometimes, how you can recognise her feelings and act accordingly. You don't make a scene out of it, you don't take care of her like she is a child who can't regulate her emotions, but you're there through it all. You're not scared of her anger or her tears, always calm, and for the first time in years Abby feels like she can rely on someone. Can trust someone fully. 

And today Abby is on edge. She is tired, angry and frustrated - the plan for the next supply run isn't safe in her opinion. Abby likes her plans to be foolproof, "if you think they're smart enough think again and dumb it down" type of fool-proof. Everyone said Abby was being ridiculous about it, and maybe she was, but it doesn't make her feel any better. 

And you obviously notice it. You watch her from the couch as Abby walks around packing, huffing every two seconds in anger. 

"I saw that plan, Abby, it's good. Everything will be fine. Manageable if something goes wrong."

"Jamie is on the team, and this idiot will get us in trouble." Abby growls. "And then someone will have to clean up his mess and someone will get hurt and it will slow us down-"

"Okay. Okay, Abs, stop." You put your book away. "Come here, you need to relax." You pat your lap and Abby stares at you before laughing.

"What, you want me to sit in your lap?" Abby asks sceptically. 

"Yeah." You pat your lap again. Abby is unsure and she feels ridiculous: she is not a lap dog, she is a fucking German shepherd.

"I'm too big to sit in your lap, baby." 

"Do I look like I give a fuck?" You deadpan. "Big girls need to sit on their lover's lap too. Come here."

Abby blinks. She likes that she is big and tall - it makes her feel powerful, but it comes with a cost. She doesn't get to feel small. And you asking her to sit on your lap opens something so desperate in her she gets scared. Abby knows she won't feel small, but she wants to try anyway. Abby tentatively makes her way to you, still unsure how it will work, but you tug her lightly and she straddles you. Abby feels like she is a giant on top of you, and she doesn't really remember where to put her hands. She settles on your shoulders.

"This is awkward." Abby assesses, frowning. 

"It's not. Sit, Abby, I can feel that you're hovering. I'm not going to break, I'm not made of dust." You push at her thighs so she can spread them and finally sit. You seem pretty happy with this, hugging her by her waist and pressing her closer to you. Abby is getting used to this, but it still seems ridiculous to her. She is used to tugging you to sit on her lap, not the other way around. 

"Am I too heavy?"

"I like feeling your weight on me. Makes it feel real." You grin and stroke her back. "Really, relax. I can read to you if you want."

Abby doesn't really know what to do. She has no arguments against you, and your lap is very comfortable. As well as being this close to you, feeling your body, your breathing, your warmth. 

"Yeah, okay. We can do that."

Abby does what you usually do when she reads: she puts her head on your shoulder and lets you snake your arms around her. 

"Good." You comment and hold the book with one hand while you stroke Abby's back with the other one. 

You are warm and your smell is comforting, so Abby puts her nose into the crook of your neck and breathes in.

"Yeah. Breathe. Deep big breaths." You say offhandedly as you look through the pages. It's weird. Abby feels safe and taken care of and it feels good, but it is too unfamiliar to be comfortable with it. 

"Would it be too childish of me to say: I want? But I do want: theater, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder. Yet not all these can do more than try to lure the soul from its den where it sulks in busy heaps of filth and obstinate clods of bloody pulp. I must find a core of fruitful seeds in me. I must stop identifying with the seasons, because this English winter will be the death of me-" You've read out loud and Abby suddenly resonates with the first line. Would it be too childish of her to say: she wants your care? 

"What is this?"

"Sylvia Plath's diaries."

"She sounds dramatic." Abby murmurs into your neck while you are caressing her back. Fuck it feels so good. She is so safe. 

"Bitch is all over the place sometimes. But she is a poet."

You kiss Abby's head and she leans into your touch, surprising herself. She isn't usually… needy, but right now something is different. The sudden safety of your arms around her, your calm voice and familiar smell makes Abby feel dangerously vulnerable. 

"You feel pretty relaxed." You notice as you now stroking her head, putting all annoying baby hairs behind her ear. 

"Yeah. It's so weird though."

You chuckle.

"In what way?"

"Usually it's you who sits in my lap. But this is good. Just weird."

"I think the word you're looking for is unfamiliar."

"Are you a thesaurus?" 

You laugh and kiss her forehead. Abby nuzzles her nose into your neck and your breath hitches. 

You know Abby doesn't mean to get you horny with her breathing, but you are getting horny. 

"Come here." You tell her and Abby lifts her head just enough for you to kiss her. She is warm and welcoming, doesn't rush anywhere and you are not rushing either, just enjoying the kiss. Abby relaxes into you and it surprises both of you - she isn't a person who gives up control easily. Hell, the whole thing started because Abby couldn't deal with people not doing everything like she told them to. But you feel how she puts more weight on you and you buck your hips into her. 

"Okay yeah. Still weird, but good." Abby pants into your mouth. You dig your fingers into her ass and press her into your crotch. "Oh fuck."

"Wanna make you cum." You say, panting yourself as arousal takes the hold of you. "What do you think?"

Abby looks at you with a lifted brow. 

"You think I'm going to say no?"

"Well." You kiss her jaw. "I don't plan on letting you do anything at all, so, maybe take a moment to think about it."

Abby stares at you as your words settle in. She will what, just lie there and do nothing? It sounds wrong, it sounds like she is going to be out of control, but also…

Also it sounds like the sweetest sin she could commit. 

"If you're not sure, we can stop. Like, fully. Or at any point you want to." You stroke her cheeks with your thumbs as you watch Abby. You know she is apprehensive about this idea, but you want her to relax fully and forget about everything. And you know you can give it to her if she just says yes. 

"Yeah. Yeah, okay. We can do that." Abby smiles bashfully and you kiss her, so fucking grateful for how brave she is. 

It's one thing to stare death in her face and win, and the other thing to stare in your lover's face and decide to trust them completely. And any other day Abby would have chosen death, but with you the danger can't get safer than this. 

So Abby lets herself relax into you again and just enjoy your touch. 

"Thanks." 

Abby chuckles, but it turns into a gasp as you move your lips down her neck while your hands are tugging on her shirt. Abby helps you take the shirt and the bra off, and you just caress her sides, looking over her. 

Abby knows you like how she looks, but having your attention like this makes her nervous. Your eyes are so dark with hunger Abby wants to look away but she doesn't, as sudden greed for your love washes over her. You look at her like you want to devour her. 

"Pretty." You sigh as you smile. "You're so pretty, Abs."

"I don't think pretty is the right word."

"Beautiful?"

Abby huffs but can't help her smile.

"Gorgeous?"

"Stop it." Abby says, playfully stern. "You're so sappy, god."

You grin and kiss her again, shutting her up - if you say she is pretty, she is, and whatever Abby thinks of herself is totally irrelevant. Your lips make a trail from her neck to her shoulder and you gently kiss her freckles, listening to Abby's breathing closely: it gets heavier as you move your kisses down, and these small sighs are the greatest encouragement you can get. 

You slowly move one of your hands up and cup Abby's tit, kneading her doughy flesh as she gasps. 

"Feels nice?"

"Yeah." Abby murmurs and runs her hand over your hair. It's still hard to let go so she tries to occupy herself in some way. She gently massages your neck and you kiss her just above her nipple. "Yeah, this is nice."

"Good. Let's take your pants off, I need them out of the way."

Your intonation makes Abby throb in her pants - it sounds so commanding and for once in her life she doesn't want to fight it, no, she wants to obey - it's easy with you. Safe. 

Abby stands from your lap and you help her take her pants and underwear off, making a small pile on the floor. Abby reaches to tug your shirt off, but you gently push her hands away. 

"Relax, baby. Don't worry about anything, okay?" You tug her back into your lap and sigh so happily when you touch her bare skin. "Your job right now is just to be pretty. Can you do that?"

Abby is conflicted: you don't sound patronising, but it should sound patronising, shouldn't it? She stops for a second to understand her reaction and you just watch her. You know Abby needs some time to process what is happening, so you continue caressing her back and her pretty ass that makes you drool while Abby figures out how she feels about your new behaviour. 

"Well I can try." Abby shrugs and you smile. 

"Thanks. I wanna call you princess, you know?" You kiss her neck and leave a hickey on her collarbone. 

"Call me what?" Abby laughs in the middle of her gasp at how ridiculous it sounds, but it's not a bad laugh. It's just embarrassing. "I'm no princess, (y/n)."

"Would you actually mind if I called you that?" You kiss her breastbone and Abby watches you. 

"Don't think so." Abby pants and looks at you impatiently as you finally move your lips to her tits. 

"Princess." You murmur and look into her eyes while her cheeks become bright red. "My pretty princess." You suck on her nipple gently and Abby gasps, squeezing your shoulders. The pet name turns her on - a lot of things turn her on right now even though they're weird and embarrassing.

You play with her other nipple and Abby presses closer to you, so you let your restraints go and use all your strength to move her closer to the point where her back is arched. Abby sighs, surprised - obviously Abby knows you are strong (not as strong as her, but strong nonetheless), but she never actually experienced it. Maybe you can make her feel small. Maybe you can make her feel like no one else could before. 

You slowly move your hands up Abby’s muscular thighs, caressing every line with your fingertips - Abby is too hot for her own good, and the hungry monster that lives inside you claws at your chest, desperate to have its way with Abby and make her forget her fucking name, but you’re patient. You would never push Abby into something she isn’t ready for, especially in sex, but you want to show her an alternative. Show that she can let herself forget her fucking name and it will be safe. Because god knows Abby needs it.

Abby watches your hands in anticipation and you smirk at her when you place your hands on conjunctions of her hips, caressing her hip bones with your thumbs. Abby is soft here, but her V-line makes her look sharp and hard, and it gets to your head. 

“I fucking love how strong you are, you have no idea.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” Abby chuckles, but she is impatient, so she grabs your hand and moves it down to her pussy. 

“Hey, don’t spoil the fun.” You scold her playfully and bring your hand back. “I’m not going to keep you waiting, princess. Relax.”

Abby feels how her face burns when you call her princess again, but it gets her wet, so impossibly wet there's probably a dark spot on your pants under her. Abby grinds her hips down, searching for some friction, and you push your hips up to let her have it. Abby shudders as her clit grinds down on your pelvis and her hands clutch your shoulders almost painfully as she tries to set a pace of her hips. 

"This is so hot, Abs. Fuck." You tell her as you watch her get off just grinding on you. You grab her ass and help her grind harder and Abby whimpers quietly, and your brain barely holds back your filthy mouth. You want to tell Abby how good she is, how she is doing such a good job getting herself off, but you hold it back for now. 

The friction is not enough and you know it, so you lock her in place with one arm around her waist, praying she'd listen to you, and snake your other hand between your bodies. 

Abby is so fucking wet your eyes roll back into your scull from how hard it turns you on. 

"You're so wet, princess." You murmur into her ear and Abby whimpers again. "You okay?"

Abby just nods and it clicks. Abby is getting overwhelmed, but she clings to you so you figure out it's a good overwhelmed. 

"Do you like it when I call you princess?" You ask mostly to make sure, but it sounds so seductive to Abby, a little mean maybe but in a good way. 

"It's embarrassing." Abby admits and squirms around when you cup her pussy. Finally. 

"Do you want me to stop?" You ask gently and look in her eyes, serious. Abby looks back, but her eyes are glazed over, she is too horny to care about being embarrassed by this point. 

"No. Don't stop." Abby grinds against your hand and you press her closer to make her stop. 

"You wanna cum already?"

"You keep fucking teasing me." Abby says, annoyed.

"I'm taking my time." You kiss her cheek and part her folds carefully, circling her clit with two fingers and Abby buries her head into your neck, moaning. You stroke her back to soothe her, but your fingers only get faster, the pressure is featherlight and it drives Abby crazy because it will get her to cum way too fast, and you know it. 

"Yeah, that's right, princess. Relax and enjoy, yeah?" You can't stop talking now, desperate to praise Abby and make her feel safe in your arms. "Does it feel good?"

"I- I can't fucking-" Abby moans between her words, clinging to you harder as your fingers get her closer to her release. "Icantfuckingthink" Abby says in one breath and you barely make sense of it.

"Oh princess, don't. Don't think, okay? Be good for me." You pay closer attention to her reaction, not sure if Abby would like it, but she is too out of it now. She whines - fucking hell Abby whines - and presses closer to you.

"Yeah, I'll take care of you, I'll make you feel good." You promise her and slide your fingers down, gently pressing at her hole. Abby arches into your fingers, trying to get them inside, and your heart melts. "You're so cute, fuck. You want my fingers?" 

Abby growls at you, refusing to talk, and you chuckle. 

"Just nod for me, okay? Or shake your head."

Abby takes a second to process your words and then she nods. 

"Good girl." 

That makes Abby open her eyes in shock and her walls clench around nothing to push her slick into your hand, and you can tell she liked it. 

"Can I call you that, princess?" You slowly push your fingers inside and just move them to feel how soft and hot Abby is. She suddenly grinds down on your hand and you kiss her shoulder. "Nod or shake." You remind her. 

Abby nods, her embarrassment totally forgotten by this point: she feels small, safe and taken care of, and the way you talk to her only makes it better. Your stupid spidey senses let you know when to check in with her and Abby never knew it could be this way - that giving consent can turn her on so much because you ask for it like you're dirty talking to her. 

And you are so close and you hold her so tightly Abby feels grounded even though she is so overwhelmed she can't think anymore. She just feels, her world only exists in the tactile plane now, and your voice carries her away. 

"Yeah, don't think, princess, I want your head empty and your pretty cunt stuffed with my fingers." You murmur into Abby's ear and she buries her face in your neck deeper as you curl your fingers inside her. Abby moans quietly and you feel how you lose any self-control you had before. 

You pick up the pace, catching the balance between overwhelmingly fast and not fast enough just so you won't disturb Abby's delicate headspace, and you just listen to her. Abby is not loud, never been, but that what makes it so magical - every sigh turns into a quiet whimper the longer you fuck her, and then you feel it, how Abby clenches around your fingers, her orgasm coming closer. 

"You're close, princess, I can fucking feel it. Do you feel it? Does it feel nice when you're so tight around me?"

"Yeah." Abby says in a hoarse low voice and your teeth fucking ache because you want to sink them into her so much. 

"Fuck Abby." You kiss her temple and suddenly you're fucking her so hard Abby gets tense in your arms, overwhelmed. "You have no idea what you do to me."

But Abby is not listening to you because you turn your hand just enough so you could thumb her clit and-

"Fuck!" Abby shrieks and closes her thighs on you as she cums. You stop moving your fingers inside her to enjoy how she pulsates around them, but you continue thumbing her clit."Fuck-fuck, stop-" Abby asks when it becomes too much and you obey her. 

Abby is panting hard and you just kiss her neck and shoulders, waiting for her to calm down, but you can't help yourself so you start slowly moving your fingers in and out. 

"You feel amazing around my fingers, princess."

"Fuck, don't stop, please, don't fucking stop-" Abby whispers and hugs you around your neck. You’re more than happy to oblige, and you can’t help your mean smile as you move your fingers slowly but thoroughly, getting a feel of every centimetre of Abby’s walls. 

It doesn’t take more than a few minutes for Abby to whimper and shudder in your arms again, drenching your hand up to your wrist, and you gently kiss her to help her calm down. Abby is limp on your lap, her head comfortably tucked in your neck as she pants. Abby feels exhausted but ridiculously happy, giddy even - you opened something in her, something that freed her vulnerability fully. God, Abby always knew she could trust you, let you watch her back, but the thought she could be so vulnerable and small with you never crossed her mind.

“Do you want to nap, baby?” You murmur in her hair and Abby hums in agreement. “Okay, let me put your shirt back on, yeah?”

Abby reluctantly lets you put the shirt on her and wrap a blanket around both of you as you adjust your position so you’d be lying down while Abby would be on top of you, so it would be comfortable for her to rest. You open your book again while Abby’s breathing evens out.

“I am watching a pale blue sky be torn across by wind fresh from the russian steppes. Why is it that I find it so difficult to accept the present moment, whole as an apple, without cutting and hacking at it to find a purpose, or setting it up on a shelf with other apples to measure its worth or trying to pickle it in brine to preserve it, and crying to find it turns all brown and is no longer simply the lovely apple I was given in the morning?”

The present moment, whole as an apple - Abby doesn’t have to worry about not accepting it, lulled by your voice and your warmth and your smell - after all, the present is all she has.

[angelanderson]

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THREE STRIKES- ABBY ANDERSON

⚠️: gets 18+ under the cut. established relationship, dom!abby, bratty!reader, some degradation. aka you fuck around n find out with abby. no use of y/n. my first full length fic! woohoo! (2.3k words!) (men & minors dni!!!)

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abby definitely gets off on how easily she can overpower you. she’s the strongest person around. you know it, she knows it, everyone knows it. but sometimes you liked to act out— acting like you’re in charge, acting like you’re stronger. however, it always ends with you practically in tears because abby definitely doesn’t mind putting you back in your place. she’ll let you act out until she’s in the mood to make you her sweet girl again.

it all started this morning. you spent 10 minutes of abby’s workout time begging her to let you try and lift what she was. that was strike one in her mind. you were told to “stop being a brat. you know i don’t want you to get hurt, so sit down, and be good for me” by your girlfriend. everyone knows abby doesn’t like to have her workout time interrupted. if the hardened look on her face was anything to go by, you should have immediately stopped.

your second strike of the day was not following the orders abby gave you while out on a short patrol together. she knows she was explicit enough in her orders. the issue was you decided to be defiant, and it almost cost you.

abby decided she wanted to check an abandoned house for supplies, so you followed along. that was the start of your second incidence. the wooden stairs inside creaked with each step the two of you took— a nasty sound with each step. abby was in front, you nervously followed behind.

abby sucked in a breath as she neared the top, “fuck! stupid stairs almost broke under me. i want you to go back, okay? please go check the main floor to see if there's any usable supplies around. I'll be back soon."

she left you no choice to argue, walking the last few steps before turning the corner. you carefully retreat down the steps, mumbling about how you could take care of yourself under your breath.

it only took you twenty minutes to get bored enough to defy abby's orders. a book you'd shoved into your pocket to give to abby later was the only salvageable item you could find. reaching the staircase you quickly followed your steps as you started up the staircase again. you were able to avoid any loud sounds this time until you stepped on the ninth step. you screamed loudly as the stair broke under your left leg, rendering you stuck. abby immediately heard the scream, almost dropping her backpack as she ran to find you.

"fuck! what happened? do you think you're seriously injured?" abby asked you in a panic the second she saw you. all her usual level-headedness left her body the second she saw her girl hurt. a million panicked thoughts entered her head while you looked up at her with tears streaming down your face.

you whimpered in pain, "i think 'm mostly okay. just-just help me get out." you saw her once pale demeanor gain back its flush as you confirmed you were okay.

you could almost see the wheels turn in abby's brain as she thought about the best way to get you out. she looked much more confident as she bent down to reach under your armpits. "i'm going to pull you up slowly. it's best we don't add any more weight to the stairs. you tell me the second something starts to hurt, got it?"

you nodded in reply, too nervous to use your words. you let out a big exhale as you felt abby grab you. she moved you up higher and higher slowly. abby quickly pulled you next to her the second you were completely out.

"how does your leg feel now? think you can manage our trip back?" you knew by now this was your out before she got upset you defied her. you couldn't look her in the eyes,

"i'm fine. nothing hurts, 's just scary. let's just go back now." you didn't have to look her in the eyes to know her worry changed into annoyance.

"listen to me this time. we are going to walk down two steps at a time. keep your hands on the railing. i swear to god you better listen this time," she all but spat at you.

both of you wordlessly left the house together. you could tell abby was fuming about your choices as she practically dragged you back to your base. your usual post-pator silly conversations were a thing of the past tonight. neither of you dared to start a conversation— abby too upset, you too ashamed.

the second you got back you tried to push past abby as she start to speak. it was your third and final strike. abby grabbed your arm, "you are going to go back to our home right now. i expect you in nothing but your panties on the bed, got it? if you're not, i will make you regret not being on the bed by the time i'm back from speaking to manny. got it?"

abby didn't like the timid nod you gave in response. "what? too ashamed to speak up now? oh baby, i’m going to make you regret not following what i told you back there." she smacked your ass, signaling you to get hurry back.

the ticking of the clock just made time go by even slower for you. it only took you four minutes to get back home, two to take off and fold your clothes, and not even ten seconds to sit on the bed. guilt filled your mind for the other eight minutes it took for abby to get back. you knew it was stupid to go up those steps. you knew abby only ever looked out for you. so why did you do it? you had no time to dwell on it as your heard abby enter your shared home.

heavy boots echoed against the floor as you waited for her to enter the bedroom. two minutes later you saw her appear in the doorway. "so you can listen? what happened to being able to do that back on patrol, huh? you just had to be stupid, didn't you?" your girlfriend practically hissed as she approached you in a clean outfit.

"abby-" you went to interject. but abby wasn't having any of it.

"no. shut up. it seems like you can’t remember who's in charge here. you wanna act all big, baby? i have no trouble putting you back in your place." and with that, you were forcefully rolled onto your stomach, ass in the air.

"you fucked around. and now you're going to find out what happens when you do." her words barely registered to you before you felt her hands running over your left leg. she caught you before you could speak, "don't even try to speak. had to check on your leg just in case. seems a little bruised, but don't worry baby, it won't be as bruised as your ass by the time I'm done with you." you yelped as she smacked your ass.

fat tears were rolling down your face by the time the fifth smack rained down on you. you were blubbering out apologies as she spanked you again and again. you tried to apologize, to explain yourself, but all that came out were snot-filled babbles. she sighed looking at your current state. "you always wanna be my good girl again when i have to teach you a lesson. my sweet girl knows i just want her to be safe. can’t have my baby getting injured," she whispered that last part.

the guilt you felt started to pour over. a sob escaped your throat before you spoke, "abby, abby, i’m sorry. i just- i got bored! i wanted to show you i could do it myself." something about your confession made the girl soften for a second.

"i know angel, i know. you know i just always want you to be safe. gotta punish you now though baby. you know i'll always help you be my good girl again though, yeah?" you meekly nodded. she quickly gave you a sweet kiss to the lips. and with that, abby switched back into her dominating persona.

squealing as she suddenly flipped you over, you grabbed the bedsheets to stabilize yourself. you felt her hands start to trail down between your legs. you almost tried to quiet your moan but decided against it last minute-- things would only be worse if you did because abby loved hearing you. warm fingers slowly parted your legs. it felt like pure torture. fingers suddenly swirled, teasing your clit. you couldn't keep quiet any longer.

"please. please! I'll do anything! i'll be your good girl now," you begged her.

abby only chuckled and shaked her head at that, "we're just getting started and you're already begging me like a slut? pathetic." your cries only fueled her fingers to move faster.

abby quickly pushed you up the bed, forcing your legs to open more. you had no time to respond before you felt her thumb on your clit again with her pointer finger teasingly circling your hole. you felt so overwhelmed you couldn't do anything but let out a strangled moan.

"yes abby, please! I'll be good! i promise!" but your pleas weren't enough for her. she plunged in a finger before you could talk more. "

didn't say you could talk, did i?" no words of yours followed hers. you couldn't speak when she had started to repeatedly hit that spongey spot inside of you that always made you lose your mind with pleasure.

you weren't sure how much time had passed before you felt something familiar buildup in your stomach. both of you knew you were at the brink of orgasming. your moans started to get louder, babbling incoherently. abby just looked smug as she went faster, responding with 'uh-huh?' and 'you like that?' and 'yeah?' on repeat. you knew better than to cum without her saying so when you were in trouble. you shouted out as the coil inside you started to get tighter, you needed that release, you needed to chase that feeling.

"abby, abby, abby. please- oh! please let me cum", you begged her.

she pretended to think it over before suddenly ceasing all of her movements. you cried out pathetically as she pulled her fingers out of you. "shit baby, i need to see you crying this prettily on my cock. if you keep being good I'll let you cum, deal?" abby couldn't help but moan out at the sight of you all fucked out. she couldn't help but feel that rush of euphoria knowing it was because of her. her pants were off the second you whimpered out in agreement.

abby rubbed soothing circles in your thigh as she pushed you to the edge of the bed again. you watched abby tease your slit with her plastic cock. it was the purple one-- a sold 7 inches, with a thick girth, and fat tip. your mouth that was opened to beg suddenly morphed into a gasp as you felt her easily slip into you.

"fuck!" you exclaimed as abby smirked before picking up the pace. you were sure everyone could hear you by now. abby's moans joined the mix of wet sounds, moans, and tears as the base of the strap rubbed against her clit.

it all suddenly felt like too much. you could feel your slick running down your thighs. abby's moans while she chased her own orgasm added a new layer to your pleasure. abby knew you well enough to know that you were at the edge of cumming again. "beg me. make me believe you deserve this," she demanded in between her own moans.

and, well, you knew how to beg, "i'll never cause trouble again! promise! I'll be your best girl again. please abby!"

on the edge of cumming herself, she grunted before crashing your lips together, "cum for me. want to see you become more ruined all because of me." that was all the permission you needed before you fell apart-- you swore you saw stars as she continued to thrust into you screamed her name before cumming.

and usually abby would stop now, but tonight you were being punished so she continued to fuck you as you cried tears of overstimulation. a loan groan left her lips, "fuck angel, you feel so good." all it took was two more strokes before abby's whole body shook as her orgasm ran through her.

within the blink of an eye, abby pulled out of you, causing you to whine. she sushed you as she placed a kiss on your forehead. "you're my best girl, yeah? i’m going to go get a washcloth to wipe you down. not even a whole two minutes, okay sweet girl? she always reassured you she'd be back soon as you tended to whine about her leaving. all you could do was nod as you watched her slip out of the room.

abby kept her word of being less than two minutes. she came back with a big water bottle, your favorite blanket, and a washcloth. you were handed the water to sip on while she wiped in between your thighs. she worked as gently as she could, whispering quiet apologies as the rag ran over your most sensitive parts. you watched her as you sipped your water. "you did so well. always my bravest girl, huh? i just love you so much." you could see the way she looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

instead of telling her you loved her back like usual, tears started to roll down your eyes. abby looked at you panicked. "are you hurt? what's going on in my angel's head?" you shook off her questions before wiping your tears away.

"i didn't mean to scare you. i’m sorry abs." she sushed you, not allowing you to guiltily apologize any further. "

it's all over now. you did so well for me. why don't we nap now, yeah?" you nodded, signaling abby to get in bed with you. after throwing the rag to the side and turning off the lights she joined you in bed. you curled up next to her while she placed the blanket over the both of you. you fell asleep feeling safe to the whispers of the both of you confessing your love for the other.

not super edited cause i couldn't stare at it anymore after the second read through n also sleep deprived now oops? this is my first time writing smut, can you tell lmao? i wanted to push my writing boundaries so this lil guy was born. more n even better things to come as i start my summer! if you've read this far thank u so much!! a rb would be so cool if u liked it that much! xoxo, angelanderson (extra note: i realized it spaced it weirdly when i posted so hopefully it’s fixed now?! lmk if not!)

[shesmymorphine]

run.

♰ slasher!abby anderson x fem!reader.

thought i’d leave a little something here in the meantime i get my ellie fic finished and i know the slasher trope is so overused but this is based off of a dream i had a few nights ago. a little rushed towards the end but u get it.

content includes: modern!au, descriptions of m*rder, blood, heavy petting, fingering n oral (both r!receiving), abby is mean and scary, lowkey a stalker, ergo a local outcast, but reader is also kind of a loser too. kinda unrealistic ONLY BC IT WAS BASED OFF OF A DREAM I HAD!

nsfw under the cut minors please do not interact.

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faster.

is the word you kept mentally repeating to yourself as you sprinted through the woods, barefoot, cold, and scared. you could hear her heavy footsteps hitting the ground behind you, getting closer. closer. closer.

the beginning was fairly simple. you were reluctantly dragged to a party with a group pf people you barely knew. it was an attempt to “get you to socialize”, they said. but all in all, you ended up sitting alone while the rest of them were laughing, drinking, and enjoying the fresh summer breeze at a cozy, isolated lake house. you should have known better, really. with all of the numerous homicide reports spiking within your county, it was almost inevitable that this would happen.

and it all happened so fast. you’d gone to the bathroom for what seemed like five minutes, before you heard the loud, banshee like screech of one of your friends echoing through the entire house. when you’d so stupidly exited out of the confines of the bathroom, your eyes flew wide open at the sight before you.

a grisly scene of all of your friends grotesquely killed, stab wounds and large gashes littering their bodies. blood was smeared on the walls, the furniture. almost everywhere you looked, you saw nothing but the deep crimson essence adorning the walls.

that’s when you saw her.

a tall, buff, terrifying woman, wearing what seemed to be a bloodied white muscle shirt, and equally bloodied jeans. her long, dirty blonde hair was sprawled along her back and broad shoulders, and she was clutching the shirt collar of a boy you didn’t even know the name of, pulling the axe out of his chest with a loud grunt. as soon as she heard you step down the stairs, she snapped her head back to look at you, axe securely clutched in one large, gloved hand while she dropped the boy to the ground.

you recognized her as abigail anderson. the girl who seemed to be outcasted and feared everywhere she went, almost always for no apparent or good reason. you’d seen her before, bearing that permanent scowl on her face and hanging around the library or in your shared classes, but you’d never once been put off by her. you remember talking to her one day while you were at the library searching for a certain book, and at first, abby was confused as to why someone as kind as you wasn’t afraid of someone like her; maybe, just maybe, you could understand her. see her for who she really was.

ever since then, she had her sights set out on you.

your heart began to beat a million miles per second, and you just… stood there. too paralyzed with fear to do anything as the warm tears prick your eyes.

abby cocks her head, giving you a conniving, almost evil grin as she recognizes you, which you take as her giving you a head start. it felt like forever before you sprinted down the stairs, and out of the backyard door, not even bothering to grab your shoes on the way out. you run towards the treeline, chest heaving as the adrenaline pumps and courses through your body. your feet begin to ache as you step on the jagged rocks and branches, but you knew that was the least of your worries.

abby soon charges after you, breathing hard and heavy as she keeps a steady pace behind you. your cries of terror only spur her on even more, which only makes her run all the more faster, her strong legs never faltering.

you’re quick to run in all kinds of different directions, hoping to god that you would eventually lose track of her. but it was never that way with abby. not at all. she was hot on your trail, careful to mimic each sharp turn you made through the dark forest.

the loud music blaring from the speakers could still be heard even as you ran deeper and deeper into the woods, almost like a taunt. you didn’t dare look behind you, but you’re not quite watching where you’re going, either. you’re much too distracted with how the sound of abby’s footsteps never seem to fall away, and your foot gets caught on a lifted tree root, which makes you collide with the hard forest floor beneath you.

shit. you think to yourself, the wind almost instantly being knocked out of you. it was hard to breathe, and you tried your hardest to get back up, to absolutely no avail. you look up at the sky above you, hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you let out a strained sob. your ears began to ring as you rolled over onto your back, clutching and clawing at your own chest.

abby’s eyes fly open, and she stops in her tracks right in front of you, still clutching the axe within her hand. oh, this was precious, she thought.

you could hear her heavy, muffled breathing, and a loud, terrified scream leaves your throat as you hurriedly back up against a nearby tree. abby chuckles at the sight, and she grabs your arm with a rather excruciating grip, hauling you up against the large tree.

“gotcha.” she spits as she brings her other hand to hold the blade of the axe to your torso, which makes you scream and thrash against her even more violently.

the rancid stench of death soon fills your nostrils as she leans in even closer to you, pressing her nose against your cheek, and she keeps her lips close to your ear. abby then presses the blade deeper into your skin; not hard enough to break the supple barrier, but hard enough to make your consciousness falter.

“shut the fuck up.” she seethes rather harshly, and you unwillingly oblige. you’re visibly trembling beneath her, shaking your head, pleading and begging for her to spare you. your eyes continuously dart between the blood stained blade pressed firmly against your skin and her face, your hands shaky as you try your hardest to push her away from you.

of course, it’s no use. her large frame completely dwarfs yours in shadows, and you let your head fall back against the tree as you keep on sobbing.

“please, don’t… don’t kill me, i won’t tell anyone, abby, i swear, just please don’t fucking kill me.” you beg, the words coming out shaky and weak, which makes abby laugh into your ear. her breath is warm and wet against your skin, and it sends a wave of electricity down your spine.

she then suddenly stops for a moment, still breathing hard against the skin of your neck. you knew her name. the precious girl she’d always been after knew her name. it was the biggest sense of humanity that had ever befallen her, and she soon finds herself questioning what she had been doing all these years.

soon enough, abby snaps out of her confused train of thought, and pulls away to look at you. her cerulean eyes pierce into your own as she mocks your words with an undeniable coldness in her voice. your legs ached and trembled, and they would’ve given out on you had it not been for the sheer adrenaline still pumping through your system.

she moves to grab your face with one of her gloved hands, and she gives you that same, horrifying smile again. her eyes were low and narrowed as she began to speak again, “stupid girl. you really should have known better.” she coos at you, before she pulls the axe away from your stomach, hauling it back above your head before jamming it deep into the bark of tree with a grunt, missing your head by just a hairs breadth. sap begins to bleed around the blade, and it drips down to fall on one of your shoulders, which forces you to face the reality of the situation once more.

you let out a horrified sob as she does this, body still trembling beneath her inhumanly strong grip; but the way that she was breathing, the way that she was grunting as she held you firmly against the tree, and the harsh rasp of her smooth voice… it sent a wave of arousal coursing through you. this woman had just butchered the people you were with, and could very easily lead you down that same path; but as soon as she saw your face flush red as you began to writhe against her, it was almost as if a switch had flipped in her brain.

abby scoffs and shakes her head, hurriedly pulling off one of her gloves with her teeth before spitting it off to the ground. with one large, free hand, she takes both of your wrists, pinning them above your head before she messily shoves the other one down your shorts. your hips begin to buck at her touch as she begins to harshly rub at your clit, and abby’s breath comes out shaky when she feels your pooled up slick coating her fingers. “really? you’re fucking getting off on this?” she asks, and you whine, shaking your head at her proffer. your body, though, has a much different reaction.

you keep on moaning for her, completely going against your best interests. her fingers were thick and long, and you really couldn’t help but chase that senseless feeling of alleviation. she then slowly but surely eases one of her fingers inside your achy hole, and you continue to try and break free from her strong grip, in order to grasp at her shoulders, her hair, anything.

“s’fucking tight. such a needy slut.” abby scolds you, and you bite down hard on your lower lip as she seemingly expertly curls her digit up against your sweet spot. you keep your head firmly planted against the tree behind you. you roll your hips against the palm of her hand, eyes rolling towards the back of your skull as you grind your swollen bead against the calloused part of her hand.

you look up to meet her gaze again, chest fluttering when you see her staring back. abby’s brows were furrowed, and pieces of her hair stuck to her face with sweat. you study the bridge of her freckled nose, and the way that her pretty pink lips curved downwards. your eyes fell to her large, blood stained muscular arms, and her long, murky blonde hair cascading down her strong, broad shoulders. you hurriedly take in each one of her features, and a huge wave of confusion washes over you.

how could anyone have ever been afraid of her?

abby begins to feel the unfamiliar pang of her own stomach beginning to flutter as you continued to gaze at her, and she furrows her brows even more. no one had ever looked at her like that before. “the fuck are you staring at?” she seethes, and she shoves another finger inside of you.

your eyes go wide and your cunt flutters at the sudden intrusion, which draws a loud cry from your lips. your face continues to burn with embarrassment, and abby continues to breathe heavily as she bangs her fingertips up against your g spot. she groans when she feels your warm, gummy walls tightening around her fingers.

“abby… abby, s’too much..” you hiccup, and abby scoffs again, tugging you forward by your wrists. but with each time her name falls from your lips, the feeling bottoms out at her own cunt. “oh, it’s too much? that’s too bad. stop fuckin’… squirming. you should learn to be more grateful.” her voice is hoarse and mean, so mean. but you try your hardest to stop squirming, arching your back off of the tree and standing on your tip toes as abby continues to fuck you.

your eyes fall shut as you feel her leaning into you again, her hair gently falling over your chest as she buries her face within the crook of your neck. she smells of dirt and sweat, and her skin was warm to the touch. abby soon drags her lips along the valley between your jaw and neck, which only heightens your senses. she notices this, taking it upon herself to gently nip at the exposed skin.

you begin to desperately rock your hips against her palm, the inevitable and uncontrollable feel of your orgasm beginning to pool up at the bottom of your stomach. abby clicks her teeth at this, dragging her ministrations to a stop. you whine and let yourself slump back against the tree, still moving your hips around in slow circles all while her fingers are still buried inside of you.

“please… abby, please. i…” you stop yourself before you can say anything else, making sure to keep direct eye contact with her. your chest heaves and you let out a soft whine, and abby’s lips twitch in response. you find your gaze darting from her stare to her lips, and you whine as you begin to rock your hips again. she slowly, almost unknowingly leans in until you’re nose to nose, and she curls her fingers up inside you one last time. a quiet whine leaves your throat, and it’s clear she’s lost in the moment, you both are, completely forgetting about any previous circumstances regarding anything else that’s happened tonight.

“i need you.” your voice is so small, but so clear. just when you’re about to press your lips to hers, she pulls away to look at you for a second, her expression curled up into a hateful, almost disgusted sneer, but once your words register in her brain, it falters a little bit.

no one had ever needed her before; how foolish little abby was.

abby slowly pulls her hand out from your shorts to rest on your hip, and her breath begins to hitch as she suddenly drops to her knees before you. your wrists are now free from her crushing grip, but you don’t dare to move, or run. you were in too deep, and so was abby. you both knew that at this point.

your stomach flutters as she looks up at you, her eyes low and narrowed. abby pulls off her other glove with her hand, before she can move to hastily pull your shorts off of your hips. you let her, moving to entwine a hand in her hair. abby carefully leans in a little closer to your clothed cunt, before she presses her nose into your clothed mound, shutting her eyes and inhaling your musky scent.

she gently nudges your clit with her nose, before she slowly darts her tongue out to lap at your clothed slit, hoisting one of your thighs up over one of her shoulders. you shut your eyes at the feeling, the back of your head hitting the hard bark of the tree for what seems like the millionth time tonight.

you groan, slowly beginning to roll your hips against her face, which makes her bring one large hand up to grope at the fat of your ass. abby lets her eyelids flutter shut as she continues to grunt and lap at your cunt, and she slowly pulls away from you to gently grab at the hem of your panties with her teeth. your eyes are hazy and your body feels weak when you feel her start to pull them down, and you let out a quiet gasp when the cool night air hits your now exposed sex.

abby stares in awe once she sees just how wet you are, pulling your glistening folds apart to watch your slick drip down the insides of your thighs. you look away in embarrassment as she does this, and abby can feel her own mouth beginning to water at the sight before her. she didn’t even know she could have an effect like this on someone.

“fuck… look at that.” she begins, running her fingers over your now budded clit, gently massaging your soft bundle of nerves. she chuckles when she feels your arousal beginning to coat her fingers again, and she moves to spread your legs just a little wider. your hands are instinctively moving to rake themselves through her hair, and you can feel her hot breath panning over your swollen folds, which makes you inch yourself just a little closer to her lips.

abby obliges, licking a long, unhurried stripe from your hole to your clit, which makes you buck your hips against her mouth. you grip her hair a little harder as she moves to gently suck on your clit, only spurring her on even more.

“oh… fuck, that’s so good, abby. so good.” you gasp out into the air, no one else listening but abby and the trees surrounding you. she grunts at your praise, letting that all too unfamiliar feeling of her stomach fluttering consume her whole. she continues to slowly lap at your swollen, achy cunt before slowly moving her hands up your thighs to grab a hold of your hips.

you cry out for her, and for her only. your soft oh my god’s and babbled words of appraisal as she continues to make a mess out of your poor pussy, they’re all for her. abby couldn’t count how many times she’d envisioned this while fucking herself late at night in her bed, and now that she’d finally had you, she’d be sure to never let you go.

you look down to see your chest heaving and abby’s pretty face nestled comfortably in your now soaked thatch of curls, and the sight makes your legs go even weaker. your heart races even faster in your chest as you clutch at her hair, moving one free hand to grope at the fat of your own tit to manage the feeling of her tongue prodding at your entrance.

abby notices how you’ve began to grind your pussy even harder against her tongue, and she slides a free hand down from your hip to find post on your inner thigh, inching dangerously close to your slicked entrance. you welcome her touch, still tugging and pulling at her blonde locks, shutting your eyes as she continues to flatten her tongue out against your clit.

abby loves the way you taste; too forgiving and saccharine against her chapped lips. she laps up all of your sweet juices, eating you out like a woman starved. your breath begins to hitch as she starts to suck harshly, all while swirling her warm, wet tongue along the underside of your pussy. abby pulls your hips even further into her face by grabbing at your ass, and she pushes her spit back up against your messy, pulsating cunt.

the feeling is so fucking vulgar, but it feels so fucking good. you’re sure to let her know it, letting out mixes of cries and moans combined together, babbling her name and clawing at her scalp. abby moans up into your cunt each time you harshly yank at her hair, the pain going straight down to her own, neglected pussy. that tight feeling in your abdomen grows stronger and stronger with each time abby sucks and licks, and abby loves how desperate you’re becoming. all because of her.

“shit… i’m gonna cum, abby… gonna cum…” you warn, voice breaking when you say her name. abby doesn’t respond, though. she only slightly picks up her pace, and if it weren’t for her strong grip holding your legs firmly in place, you’re certain your knees would have buckled and given out on you. all it takes is one lick and a single kiss to your clit for you to finally unravel into her mouth, and you violently grip at her hair once more. abby’s breath falls heavy, and she soon plunges her fingers inside of you to fuck you through your orgasm, and a loud, strained cry leaves your throat at the added overstimulation.

“s’fucking pretty.” abby mutters under her breath as you continue to become undone on her fingers, and when you look down to see her face, your own flushes a deep shade of red. her nose and lips are coated in your juices, and they glisten underneath the bright glow of the moon behind the trees. as vulgar as the sight below you is, she looks so beautiful. neither of you say anything, and all you can do is move to cup her face with one of your palms when she finally stands back up. abby flinches at first, but she reluctantly leans into your touch, her breath faltering as the soft skin of your palm comes into contact with her cheek.

the silence is absolutely deafening. her eyes continue to bore holes into your own as she opens her mouth to say something, anything, but she can only exhale. “abby…” you begin, but you’re conveniently interrupted by the loud blare of police sirens heading towards the lake house, and abby sinks her head down, pulling herself away from you completely. “shit…” she mutters as the red and blue lights flash over her face, and she grabs her axe from the tree, quickly scooping her gloves off of the forest floor.

you can feel that familiar sense of panic sinking into your chest once more, and she quickly helps tug your panties and shorts back on. your heart flips at the sudden kind gesture, and before abby can take off running into the darkness of the forest, she presses her lips to your ear again. “meet me at the library next saturday.” is all she says, before she quickly takes off into the darkness behind her, leaving you alone against the tree. her footsteps begin to fade away, and instead of a horrid sense of panic, you’re filled with a newfound sense of… relief? you slump back against the tree, knitting your brows as you hear the policemen getting closer to you, the glare from their flashlights nearly blinding you.

abby knew that this wasn’t the last she’d be hearing from you. it was far from it. she could still taste you on her tongue as she ran back to her cabin, the image of your flushed face never leaving her mind.

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while I'm busy drawing Lorenzo, Ted and Lauren, here is all the 1st season episodes. 15 in total.

BTTF CARTOON 2025 REIMAGINING

1 - The Trouble with Pterodactyls: Everything's normal, except if your a McFly. Especially if a dinosaur appears from a rift and tries to attack you while your on a date with your girlfriend.

2 - Not a House Cat: Officer Parker bites off more than he can chew when he takes a case for mysteriously vanishing cattle.

3 - Hoedown in the streets: A cattle wrangler lands on Strickland's car and immediately starts causing good-natured mayhem.

4 - Can't con a con-man: A 1940s Con-man ends up in 1980 Hill Valley, and starts adapting to the sudden displacement.

5 - Scene Kid on the Scene: Dave McFly's day out is interrupted by the sudden appearance of a brightly dressed kid.

6 - Don't go to 2020: Marty and Doc try to figure out why there's rifts, when a woman from 2020 accidentally shows up and freaks out.

7 - The Rules: Doc tries to make sense of it all, while Marty's in charge of setting some ground rules. Unfortunately, Lorenzo doesn't like the rules.

8 - Roll the Dice: Dave McFly and Ted bond over Spires & Sphinxes (aka Dungeons and Dragons)

9 - Sugarcane Craze: Jules and Verne Brown have fun with Grace Anderson, when it all goes downhill after she eats some candy.

10 - Can't Walt me now: A con-man named Walter tries to worm his way into Hill Valley's economy. Too bad that Lorenzo's already decided his territory.

11 - Verne's pills: After Verne has a seizure, he has to take pills... and Doc is in full parent mode.

12 - That camping feeling: Marty and Jennifer attempt to have some time together. Unfortunately, the Temporal Six keep causing issues.

13 - Parent Teacher Creature Feature: After watching a scary movie, Verne and Grace are convinced Strickland is actually an alien. (Spoilers, He isn't.)

14 - Linda's Way: Linda McFly attempts to bond over something with her music and strategy-game loving brothers.

15 - Lauren in Wonderland: Lauren nearly dies when she tries to prove to herself that she's just dreaming and not really in 1986.

which episode is the most intriguing?

Hello there! It's me, finally getting to the pile of asks I've been ignoring for weeks to months. I forgot you had sent me this episode list for your animated series rework!

These are all so interesting. I'd say the ones that jump out to me the most are

"Can't Con and Con-Man": because that whole concept is an intriguing one, and I'd love to see what kind of chaos a guy from the 1940s could cause in Hill Valley.

"Parent Teacher Creature Feature": this one just sounds like such a cartoony episode! It'd even fit into the actual animated series perfectly.

"Linda's Way": I'm obsessed with thinking about the McFly siblings dynamic and love anything that focuses on them. This would be such a cute episode.

Thanks for sharing these with me!

[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack ✨Character Info✨😌 (part 2)

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If you haven’t caught up on my TBOSAS Crack!AU yet, read [this] first. AND for those who want part 1, you can read [this].

Felix “Class Pres” Ravinstill🎖️(AKA: Panem’s President If The Academy Was Running The Government)

He honestly won the position of ✨Class President✨ because of pure nepotism. And because nobody really wanted to run against him at that time. At least he’s very competent with his job, and everybody genuinely likes him.

His granduncle is the current ✨President of Panem✨. That’s why he uses the excuse of “My granduncle runs this country! I can do whatever I want” card if he gets in trouble.

Speech writing, dancing, throwing parties, and acting are his favorite hobbies.

Drunk!Casca Highbottom mistakenly calls him “Philip Raven’s Bill” than “Felix” every class roll call. Luckily, he doesn’t really care.

He and Festus Creed are the ones in charge of choosing a ✨Class Team Building Game✨ every week.

His favorite banned song is ✨This is What Makes Us Girls✨💅.

He loves to collect rare and banned ✨Hello Kitty✨ merch for some reason.

He is the richest student next to Sejanus Plinth and Livia Cardew.

Half of his relatives are rich AF politicians, and the other half are a bunch of shady business tycoons.

He is aware that his family is corrupt AF. However, he was forced by his parents to ignore that issue if he wants to receive his weekly allowance from his Bichon Frisé puppy loving granduncle.

He has eight crazy uncles who are trying to assassinate/arrest one another.

Half of his uncles are a bunch of criminals, and the other half are in charge of the Capitol’s Peacekeepers.

His family reunions are known to be dangerously wild and deadly. Last year’s ✨Ravinstill Family Reunion✨ included two disastrous weddings, three failed murder attempts, and five funerals in less than a week.

He has a tendency to accidentally share his family’s secrets for free.

He was genuinely ashamed to introduce himself in front of the Tributes because of his family’s infamy and shady crimes against the Districts. He even pretended to be “Philip Raven’s Bill” when he first met Dill.

After being embarrassingly outed as a “Ravinstill” in front of the Tributes, he and the other Mentors decided to make an elaborate plan to delay and ultimately postpone the 10th Hunger Games (forever), just because he didn’t want Dill to hate him.

He always brings a red megaphone every class outing because half of his classmates (according to Livia Cardew) are a bunch of babies who can’t follow basic instructions.

He teasingly considers Lysistrata Vickers as his personal physician because her parents are currently working under his family.

He once ordered Androcles Anderson to steal one of his family’s prized Bichon Frisé puppies that were illegally bred by one of his criminal uncles.

Livia “Liv” Cardew 💅 (AKA: The Capitol’s Very Own Regina George)

Everyone is afraid of her family. Heck. Even D. Gaul is afraid of her powerful parents.

Her scary mother (Mama Cardew) literally runs and rules the largest and most politically powerful bank in the country.

Her proud father (Papa Cardew) is a glorified stay-at-home househusband.

Her mama once threatened President Ravinstill to legalize customizing one’s school and job uniforms. In truth, Mama Cardew just wanted her favorite employees to wear a dazzling gold and pink suit for the summer holidays.

Mama Cardew is the only living entity that Dr. Gaul doesn’t want to meet, intimidate, or argue with.

Livia will literally and economically ruin anyone’s life and reputation forever if they wear the same outfit as her.

Dean Highbottom is not allowed to give her a demerit because her mama will literally strangle him to death with his tax papers.

Livia is one of the richest students next to Felix Ravinstill and Sejanus Plinth. However, she openly brags that she is richer than those two idiots because their families are technically using her mama’s bank.

Drunk!Casca Highbottom mistakenly calls her “Liver Cardew” than “Livia” every class roll call. She told her mama about this issue, but no deadly threats could stop the Dean from calling her “Liver” in front of everyone.

Her private car’s color is a blinding ✨Hot Pink✨ that sparkles under the sun. It is the only one of its kind because she promised to sue anyone who will try to replicate her idea.

Shoe shopping, gossiping, and collecting secrets for blackmail purposes are her favorite hobbies.

She has her own secret “burn book” that could destroy the reputations and careers of many high ranking government officials if they ever try to threaten her family with money.

Her favorite banned song is ✨7 Rings✨.

Livia once threatened a School Board Official that she will personally destroy Panem’s economy if they refuse to let her class have a ✨Pink & Pearls✨ theme party after their midterm exams.

She is the ✨mean girl✨ that her loser classmates fear, but ultimately need if they want their ✨TGIF Costume Parties✨ to happen.

Arachne Crane is the only classmate that Livia half-heartedly considers a true friend of hers.

Livia, Felix, Coryo, and Sejanus were the ones who petitioned to let the Mentors give their Tributes a private tour around the Capitol after the failed Arena Explosion Incident. And because she needed Facet to carry her diamond encrusted handbag when she goes shopping with him.

She genuinely bonded with her Tribute through gossiping and shopping.

She tried to hire Facet to be her official fashionista assistant because he claimed that he was an expert in jewelry and apparel designs.😌💅

She is the one who suggested to recreate/revamp the Hunger Games into a reality TV show called ✨Love Island✨😘. However, this only ultimately motivated everyone to create their own version of the Hunger Games with a “no killing” policy.

She and Arachne Crane also proposed to create another reality TV show called ✨The Real Housewives of Corso✨💅, which will feature the secret lives of the richest women of the most opulent neighborhood in The Capitol.

Palmyra “Palm” Monty ☠️ (AKA: The Academy’s Food Harbinger of Death)

Her family can hardcore survive almost any poisonous substances and are even frighteningly immune to cyanide poisoning.

Her mother, Mama Monty has been feeding her children expired foodstuffs since forever.

She likes to bring her mother’s accursed expired pies to school and feed them to her friends as a sign of ✨solidarity✨🥰.

In order to escape the inevitable death sentence of being unintentionally poisoned by Monty, her friends just pretended to be full all the time. Even the malnourish looking Coryo Snow and Festus Creed (the Foodie) have to lie in order to avoid eating “Monty’s Poison”🤢.

She was ultimately banned from feeding her classmates and teachers by the school after the infamous ✨End of The Year Class Party Incident✨that horrifyingly hospitalized half of the school because of her family’s deadly apple pies.

Cooking, baking, and feeding people are her favorite hobbies.

Her favorite banned song is ✨Cooking By The Book✨😂.

Her family only survived The 2 year Capitol Siege by the rebels because Mama Monty fed their enemies her notoriously deadly apple pies when they broke into Monty’s Mansion. However, the Monty children (plus Florus) all got war trauma after witnessing the rebels (censored) and die from food poisoning.

She is somewhat aware of her crazy “psycho” tendencies because of her childhood war traumas. However, nobody has the guts to arrest her or her unhinged mother. Even the powerful Ravinstills and wealthy Cardews refuse to mess with her “borderline insane” family.

Drunk!Casca Highbottom mistakenly calls her “Palmolive Monthly” than “Palmyra” every class roll call. She was quite annoyed by it. So she took revenge by feeding the Dean expired crackers that hospitalized him for two weeks and a half.

She was the sole reason why both the Mentors and Tributes of the 10th Hunger Games survived and avoided the ✨Arena Explosion Incident✨.

After Felix and the rest of the Mentors notified The Academy of Palmyra’s shenanigans, she is now officially banned from entering the school kitchen or any public kitchen for that matter.

Unsurprisingly, it took 5 Mentors and 3 very confused Tributes to force her out of the school kitchen without getting poisoned or stabbed by her precious cooking knife.

Florus Friend is deathly afraid of her because of the infamous cheesy roll incident that almost killed him and his dignity.

Persephone Price is the only entity that Palmyra considers a “true danger to humanity’s existence” because of the ✨Maid Stew Incident✨.

She used to have a small crush on Festus Creed until Persephone Price heard the news and threatened to cook her.

Her District 1 Tribute, Velvereen was considered a real “walking miracle” by many people, just because she had the courage to eat “Monty’s Poison” without getting sick.

She was the one who proposed ✨The Hunger Games: Fear Factor✨ idea with a “no killing” policy. Unsurprisingly, Treech, Jessup, Brandy, and Coral were the only Tributes who supported her proposal.

Androcles “Andie” Anderson 🚨 (AKA: Panem’s Professional Kleptomaniac News Anchor Wannabe)

Most of his family are either on-site news reporters or news anchors. However, they all mutually dislike Lucky Flickerman and his annoying talking bird, Jubilee.

He is quite the successful kleptomaniac of his class. Fortunately, only Felix, Coryo, Iphigenia, Sejanus, and Lysistrata knew of his impulse control disorder because of the infamous ✨Cabbage & Pills Incident✨ that everybody refused to talk about.

He wants to become a famous investigative reporter like his mother in the future. However, Dean Highbottom and a few government officials would rather burn Panem to the ground before that happens.

Disguising, acting, reporting, and pickpocketing (stealing) the Dean’s morphling bottles to sell them later at the Capitol Black Market are his favorite hobbies.😈

His favorite banned song is ✨Stand Up by 1D✨😎.

Drunk!Casca Highbottom mistakenly call him “Andrew Keys Under Sun” than “Androcles” every class roll call. He just laughs at the Dean’s expense.

His mother is always up to date with every saucy Capitol gossip. And as a reporter, she is a danger to anyone and everyone’s reputation.

His scheming family only got filthy rich because his scary mama blackmails a bunch of rich government officials every other week for a living.

Urban Canville has an ongoing grudge against Andie because the klepto once stole his lucky scientific calculator.

He also once stole Livia Cardew’s very expensive ✨red apocalypse colored lipstick✨ and melted it down in the school kitchen to make fake blood in order to skip “boring” classes.

Dr. Gaul hates Andie in a more personal level because he once stole her pet rabbit mutt’s genetically enhanced carrots and fed them to his starving Tribute (Sheaf).

Coryo and Sejanus are responsible for listing every item Andie stole from his fellow classmates. Unsurprisingly, they are now adding and extending the available pages.

Felix Ravinstill greatly considers Andie as his right hand man who is not afraid to get his hands dirty. That’s why he was given the task to secretly steal a prized Bichon Frisé puppy from the President of Panem himself.

Andie and Felix have a long-standing ✨Bromantic Bros For Life Relationship✨ and everybody knows it (except for the Ravinstills).

His greatest accomplishment as a “professional kleptomaniac” was when he successfully stole President Ravinstill’s ✨presidential house keys✨ without anyone noticing.

He supports Coryo’s talent show idea with a “no killing, no gore, no cannibalism” policy because his Tribute (Sheaf) is good at dancing and acrobatics.

He, along with Coryo, Festus, Apollo, and Diana, were shamelessly responsible for emptying the school’s food pantry to feed their Tributes without further depleting their already depleted class funds.

He and Festus Creed should’ve already been expelled from school a long time ago because of their non-stop shenanigans. However, the Dean was too afraid to meet Andie’s mommy and her camera crew.

He and Sheaf genuinely became good friends after he got her a custom made rabid raccoon plushie to play with Wovey.

[mightyflamethrower]

BENTON, LA — The Federal Bureau of Investigation announced today that it had discovered terrifying extremist reading material in a raid of Speaker of the House Mike Johnson's Louisiana home.

"We were very troubled by what we found during our totally legal raid," said FBI Special Agent Curt Schampers. "When our tactical team breached the door of the home, one of our lead agents called our attention to a piece of reading material on the living room coffee table. The reading material appeared to be a thick, leather-bound book that had pages with gold-gilded edges. Clearly some type of radical, religious text. This type of book is normally only found in the homes of truly dangerous individuals."

Eyewitnesses reported seeing FBI agents removing the book from the home in a sealed plastic bag for further investigation. "You could see the fear in their eyes," said Johnson's neighbor Darius Anderson. "I heard them talking to each other and saying they knew people who read that book were radical, unhinged fanatics who believe crazy things and want to take over the world. To think Mike Johnson is a part of something like that…it's pretty scary."

When asked to comment on what impact this discovery may have on Johnson's ability to serve effectively as Speaker of the House, Special Agent Schampers had only this to say: "This country would look a lot different if the kind of people who read that book were in charge of things."

At publishing time, the FBI refused to comment on horrifying reports that framed passages of religious texts were found hanging on the walls of the home.

[rachelkaser]

Masonry Monday: The Case of the Deadly Double

A mentally unwell woman with an alternate identity dreams of seeing her ex-husband dead by gunshot. The gun is in her purse when she wakes up -- but it’s her protective brother who’s charged with committing the crime. Perry Mason must unravel the woman’s identities to get at the truth.

Who’s Who

Perry Mason’s client: Bob Crane, the brother of an ill woman who’s trying desperately to keep her and her son safe

The victim: David Reed, a rich executive trying to get custody of his son from his ex-wife, whom he claims is unfit to care for the child

Suspects: Helen Reed, Crane’s sister and Reed’s ex-wife, who struggles with mental illness and has mysteriously prophetic “dreams” of another life Harry Vance, Reed’s business partner, who disagrees with him over their choice of company partners Cora Dunbar, Reed’s secretary, who seems to side with him a little less and Vance a little more John Davis “Johnny” Hale, a nightclub owner who is enamored with Mrs. Reed, though he calls her by another name Joyce Martell, a mysterious woman who looks identical to Helen Reed, but has none of her virtue and restraint

The Setup

In the office of Reed Industries, Harry Vance walks from his office to David Reed’s and cheerfully greets Reed’s son, Tommy, who’s playing at his desk. Reed and Vance get into an argument over Vance’s interest in an “Anderson thing.” The secretary tells Reed that Mrs. Reed and Mr. Crane have arrived. Tommy eagerly runs into the main office to his mother, and Crane confronts Reed over suing for full custody. Reed says Helen isn’t fit to parent Tommy. Vance watches as Crane tells his ex-brother-in-law he won’t live to see a courtroom if he continues, storming out with Tommy and Helen.

At night, a comely blonde who looks identical to Helen Reed, but more heavily made-up and glamorously attired in a mink stole, is ushered into the Burgundy Club by a cabbie. The bartenders recognize her and one goes into the owner’s office. The remaining bartender greets her as “Joyce Martell” and fixes her a drink. The owner, Johnny Hale, confronts Joyce and says he hasn’t seen her in a week. He ushers her into his office and asks her where she’s been and why she’s acting strange. She giggles and cryptically says she “hasn’t been herself.”

Later that night, Crane arrives at Helen’s apartment, where she’s in bed. Her maid and the doctor tell him she had another episode. Helen says she had another of her nightmares: She dreamt she went out on the town in a mink stole -- the doctor points out that she’s allergic to fur. In the dream she wasn’t, and she also smoked and drank, which she never does. But the scary part of the nightmare was when she entered an apartment and saw the body of her ex-husband on the ground with a bullet hole in his head and a gun next to him.

The doctor suggests she go see a psychiatrist, which Helen doesn’t want. But Crane says he’ll see she gets in to see one. Helen asks her maid, Sarah, if she has any medicine left in her purse. Sarah fetches the nearby purse, but is confused: It isn’t Helen’s. It has the initials JM on it -- Helen sits up and says she carried that purse in her nightmare. Crane opens the purse and pulls out a revolver.

Enter Perry Mason, Attorney at Law

The next morning, Crane and Helen consult Perry Mason and explain that, though they want him to take their case, they’re uncertain whether or not there is a case. Crane explains that they think Helen’s ex-husband has been murdered, and explains about Helen’s nightmares and how they sometimes turn out to be based in reality. He also admits that he threatened to kill Reed in front of a witness. Perry says he can’t be convicted because of a nightmare, but Crane presents the purse and the gun. Perry sniffs the chamber: It’s been recently fired and is missing a bullet. Crane says it’s his gun.

Shortly afterwards, Perry arrives at the Reed office and speaks to the secretary, Ms. Dunbar. He called ahead for an appointment, but Ms. Dunbar says Reed hasn’t arrived yet and invites him to sit down. After a few moments, Vance comes out. Perry tells him that he’s representing Crane and Helen in the case of Reed’s murder. He suspects Vance is hiding something. Before they can get into it, Perry receives a call at the office phone -- it’s Della, telling him Paul asked to meet at a certain address.

Perry meets Paul at the building, and Paul tells him Crane and Helen are with Dr. Maitland, an acclaimed psychiatrist. He also identified Joyce Martell as the owner of the purse, and she owns an apartment in the building, but she doesn’t appear to be home. Perry says the purse is expensive, and she’ll likely want it back, so they can use the keys in the purse to let themselves in. When they do just that, they see the body of David Reed laying on the floor. Perry says this makes the “dream” very real and puts the gun back in Joyce’s purse.

Downstairs, Tragg arrives at the building with a Sergeant. They were sent an anonymous tip, and Tragg immediately spots Perry’s car. In the apartment, Perry and Paul are poking around: There’s no food or necessities -- not even toothpaste in the bathroom -- but a bunch of items with Joyce Martell’s initials on them. Perry spots a torn picture of Joyce and gives it to Paul, who conceals it when the doorbell rings: It’s Tragg, who Perry was just about to call.

Tragg spots the purse under Paul’s arm -- criticizing his fashion at the same time -- and confiscates it, along with the gun. Perry says they arrived with it, and it belongs to his client. Naturally, Tragg asks who the client is and naturally Perry can’t tell him, but he concedes the gun is probably the murder weapon. Tragg lets them leave. Downstairs, Paul produces the torn photo, and Perry tells him to check with the lab that developed the photo to find the whole version and see who’s in the photo. Paul asks why he’s so interested. Perry tells him that Joyce Martell is Helen Reed.

The Murder

Helen Reed is praying with her son, Tommy, whom Sarah the maid ushers off to sleep. Someone rings the bell, and Helen answers it to see the cabbie who dropped Joyce off at the club. He cheerfully tells her she left her mink stole in the cab. She shies away, sneezing. The cabbie rings the bell repeatedly as Perry shows up. He explains to the lawyer that he dropped the apartment’s occupant at the Burgundy Club, then later picked her up from the other apartment complex and drove her to the current one, and she left the stole in his cab. Perry notes the stole has the initials “J.M.”

Perry rings the bell and the cabbie says he’s sure it’s the same place, as he also remembers Sarah opened the door. Perry takes the stole and thanks the cabbie, who leaves. Helen again shies away from the stole, with Sarah saying she’s allergic. Perry says the cabbie can testify he picked Helen up from the scene of her husband’s murder, confirming that her nightmare was no dream. Helen denies that Joyce Martell’s apartment is hers, and says she couldn’t wear the stole, coughing at the sight of it.

Back in Perry’s office, Crane is waiting and Perry tells him he’ll likely be arrested for murder shortly. Perry asks about Joyce Martell, and Bob says she doesn’t exist -- it was the name of an imaginary playmate of Helen’s as a child. Once, Helen dreamed that “Joyce” tried to kill Crane with a knife, and he found said knife in his pillow. There’s a knock, and Perry opens his back office door, thinking it’s Paul. It’s Tragg, who asks Crane about Joyce Martell. He also confirms that Crane’s gun is the murder weapon and was likely used between 9 and 11 the previous night.

Perry points out that this doesn’t prove Crane is the killer, but Paul produces a note. It’s addressed to Crane from Ms. Dunbar, saying Reed wants to meet him at Joyce Martell’s apartment. Tragg found it in one of Crane’s suits, and the desk clerk at his hotel says he picked it up around 10 pm. Crane protests he never read it, around the same time he was paged about his sister being ill. Tragg takes Crane away, and Perry reminds his client on the way out that he’s not required to answer any of Tragg’s questions or speak at all.

The Investigation

Paul gives Perry the full version of the photo. It shows Joyce Martell sitting in the Burgundy Club, and the man in the other half of the photo is a Johnny Hale, the owner. Perry recognizes that name -- he refused to represent Hale in a shooting (Hale’s third such allegation). Perry decides to pay the Burgundy Club a visit, and asks Paul where he can find Hale’s private office. Paul tells him, and off Perry goes.

At the Burgundy Club, Perry knocks on Hale’s office door and enters. Hale recognizes Mason immediately, and refuses to give him any information. Perry produces the two halves of the photo and tells Hale where he found it. Hale asks if the police know -- not yet, Perry says. Hale puffs up and tells Perry to stay away from Joyce Martell. He’s not worried about himself, but Joyce -- she may be trouble, but Hale is in love with her. Perry believes him, and walks out of the office, noting a mink stole next to the coat rack.

He walks out into the hall next to Hale’s office, and paces for a few moments. He then walks right back into the office, where Joyce Martell now sits in the corner. She sneers that she’s not Helen. Perry picks up the stole and puts it on her shoulders, noting that she’s not sneezing on contact, like Helen Reed would. Joyce watches him walk out and starts laughing while Johnny looks confused.

In Dr. Maitland’s office, Perry presses him to disclose more details about her diagnosis. Dr. Maitland says that Joyce Martell isn’t an alias -- she’s a separate personality from Helen. Joyce is also aware she’s sharing a body, but Helen wasn’t until she began treatment. The two differ in many ways, including the fur allergy, and Joyce is amused by Helen’s contrasting personality. The doctor says Helen Reed likely couldn’t commit murder -- but Joyce could.

The Trial

At the hearing, Burger questions Sarah, the maid, who says that she saw the gun in Helen’s apartment on the night of the murder. Next, Cora Dunbar testifies that she left the message for Crane. Burger asks why Reed wanted to meet him, and Cora says it was because he’d learned of Helen’s indiscretions via private detectives and intended to use the threat of exposing the evidence to keep Crane from interfering in Tommy’s custody.

On cross, Mason asks Cora about her relationship with the junior partner, Harry Vance. She claims they’re just acquaintances, but Mason says Vance bought her a ticket to Mexico City. Mason also asks whether she kept Vance informed of Reed’s private correspondence -- specifically, whether she told Vance that Reed had decided not to buy the L.K. Anderson company, but Cora says Reed told Vance that himself. Vance testifies that he was in the room when Crane and Reed had their spat about Tommy, and Crane’s threats.

On cross, Mason asks when Vance learned of Reed’s death. Vance initially says the next day, but then backtracks and says Reed asked him to go to Joyce Martell’s apartment as a witness. Vance arrived at the apartment at 10, and Reed was already dead. He’s the anonymous tipster who brought Tragg in. Mason asks about the L.K. Anderson deal, and Vance initially says Reed approved and even signed the check. But with his death, the bank would stop payment on the check. That’s why Vance got Cora the ticket to Mexico -- so she wouldn’t testify about the check.

Burger calls Hale to the stand, who takes a long look at Helen Reed as he passes her. He testifies that he’s known “Helen” for two years. Mason objects to questions about Helen, as she’s not the defendant, but Burger says it goes to motive and the objection is overruled. Hale says he and “Helen” were close, and he visited her apartment several times. On cross, Mason asks whether Hale knew the defendant’s sister as “Helen Reed” or that she was married. Hale says no to both questions. Burger claims he can prove that “Joyce Martell” is just an alias of Helen’s, and court is adjourned.

The next day, Burger questions the manager of Joyce Martell’s apartment complex, and he identifies Helen Reed as the one who rented the apartment. Mason has no questions on cross, and the prosecution concludes its case. It’s time for the defense. Mason calls as his first witness Dr. Maitland, Helen Reed’s psychiatrist. The good doctor is sworn in, and his reputation is so well-known that Burger is even willing to stipulate his profession and qualifications to the court.

Mason asks about Maitland’s diagnosis of Helen Reed. The doctor says she’s a schizophrenic, and that she has dual personalities. Mason then asks, as the doctor steps down, for the judge to clear the courtroom. He’s going to ask to summon a very particular witness. Burger asks who the witness is -- it’s Joyce Martell. The judge agrees and the bailiff clears the courtroom of everyone except the various witnesses.

Mason calls Helen Reed to the stand, and lays out how the prosecution has more or less accused her of removing Crane’s gun from the apartment to help her brother. He decides to try an experiment: He hands Helen the mink stole. She immediately begins sneezing and wheezing. Mason takes her hand and gently tells her that, with Dr. Maitland’s help, they will produce Joyce Martell -- and she can testify as to what her actual intentions were in removing the gun . . .

In Summation

It is bizarre to me that, in my capacity as an entertainment critic with a very, very specific and niche focus, I’ve somehow managed to accrue an in-depth knowledge of Dissociative Identity Disorder. Because despite Dr. Maitland’s diagnosis, what Helen Reed has is DID, not schizophrenia. But I can’t exactly blame him for the confusion -- apparently that’s a common misconception. I also know it’s common for alters (as people with DID call their personalities) to have differing levels of awareness of each other. So, name notwithstanding, he’s pinpointed her actual diagnosis pretty accurately.

From my understanding, this is one of the first cases of the show’s run not adapted from a Gardner story. It was adapted from an episode of the Perry Mason radio series, which later became the show Edge of Night (it was supposed to be the first Perry Mason TV show, but Gardner objected to CBS’s proposed changes, which would have, among other things, given Perry a love interest). I wouldn’t say it shows, but I definitely think this is something that might play better on radio than on TV.

Constance Ford, who plays Helen Reed and Joyce Martell, puts in the strongest performance this episode, managing to play both women in such a way that they’re distinctly different despite having the same body. Given that, at the time, she would have no reference point to accurately portray this condition, it’s impressive that she managed to pull off something that’s at least reasonably similar (from what I’ve seen) to how real DID systems operate. I have no idea if the hypnosis scene is really a way to switch alters, but I think it works as a cinematic device.

I don’t want to imply that this episode is in any way peculiarly bad for the series -- it’s not, just sort of a run-of-the-mill not-great episode. But I do think that there are a couple of notable bad parts about it. For starters, poor Crane seems to vanish in his own murder trial, as most of the focus is on his sister and her mental health issues. I kind of wonder why they even picked Crane, considering that several people handle the gun after the murder, destroying any fingerprints on it, and the only witnesses never report seeing him there.

Actually, now that I think about it, there’s a timeline discrepancy that’s brought up in the trial, and it should have led to the case’s dismissal early. Vance says during his testimony that, when he arrived at the apartment at 10 pm, Reed was already dead. Previous testimony established that Crane didn’t receive the note telling him where to meet Reed until 10 pm. If one assumes that all parties are telling the truth, there’s no way he could have killed Reed unless he teleported. The case should have been dismissed right there.

One thing that’s always stuck in my craw about this episode is both Perry and Tragg seem to violate very commonly understood rights. When Tragg arrests Crane, Perry very prudently tells his client not to answer any questions. Tragg, annoyed, asks which side of the law Mason is on. Now, granted, the case that brought the Miranda rights into being (”You have the right to remain silent, etc”) wouldn’t happen for another six years, but the right to silence is in the Fifth Amendment, so Perry is simply telling his client what his rights are.

On the other hand, Perry pressures Dr. Maitland to reveal details about Helen Reed’s psychiatric condition under the guise of her “legal troubles.” But here’s the problem: Helen isn’t in any legal trouble (at least not at the time of the conversation) and Perry isn’t her lawyer -- he’s Crane’s, and Crane is the one suspected of the murder. Granted, Perry has reason to believe that Helen will soon be implicated, but I don’t know if that’s enough to get the doctor to talk. Again, HIPAA wasn’t a thing in 1958, but the Hippocratic Oath was.

Now, I’ve seen my fair share of scoundrels among the murder victims on this show -- and I’m only two thirds of the way through the first season. But David Reed is the first victim who I think it would be unfair to deem as such. The other men we’ve seen killed have been explicitly abusive and unfair to the defendants, and I think we’re meant to see Reed the same way, given he’s trying to take Tommy away from Helen and he seems to have an acrimonious relationship with everyone around him. But the most we actually see him do is assert some very reasonable positions.

While I don’t mean to imply that people with mental health conditions can’t be fit parents, I don’t think it’s unreasonable to not want your son raised by someone who, from Reed’s perspective, is unstable and prone to memory lapses. We also know that Joyce is violent (she nearly stabbed Crane with a knife when they were children) and that she leaves her apartment for several hours without notice. Given that neither Helen nor her brother nor even Sarah seems to be aware the Joyce exists, it begs the question: What happens to Tommy when Joyce, who I very much doubt cares for children, is fronting?

I also wonder what’s going to happen to Tommy after the episode ends -- one would hope that Crane will give the boy as good a home as possible under the circumstances. Considering he’s at least partly the catalyst for the episode’s whole story, I feel that Tommy kind of gets lost in the mixture. I would have liked to see more of him, since he’s a cute kid.

One more thing: This is the first Perry Mason appearance by character actor George E. Stone, who would appear as an extra in almost 50 episodes of the series. I’ve mentioned it before, but Gail Patrick made sure he always had work on the Perry Mason set in order to keep a form of income and healthcare (by the time the show ended, Stone was blind and had to be guided around set). He appears here in a rare speaking role as George, one of the bartenders of the Burgundy Club.

The Verdict

Judgement: ⚖ (one scale out of four) This confusing case pits a woman’s two alters against each other, and that’s somehow not the most frustrating (or even inaccurate) part of the episode. The events of the episode are hard to follow, and I’m not even sure if the prosecution had a solid case this time around.

[hypefreshblogs]

Paul Thomas Anderson's Untitled Film: A Cinematic Spectacle Set to Thrill Audiences

The Twitterverse exploded with excitement as the announcement reverberated through the film industry: Paul Thomas Anderson, the mastermind behind cinematic gems like "There Will Be Blood" and "Phantom Thread," is gearing up to unveil his latest creation on August 8, 2025. Tantalizingly mysterious, this project, yet to be bestowed with a title, is poised to be Warner Bros.'s next "event film," guaranteeing a spectacle of epic proportions.

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[the-firebird69]

Remember the Time of My Life is exactly saying you put together a test a while ago I'll be updated I said if you're not following the law and heard our people then we are criminal messages and they said we should provide laws to hire them so people are not criminally negative and they don't understand they are our duty to make them not ignorant ignorant, as we know about it and he says that our son's cadre and daughter cadre cut on to it and said we're incredibly negligent if we know about too many parameters and are not hiring hours it's against the law and that the level of hiring mandates that almost everybody should be better so we don't get backstabbed. That went ahead and move things along and we have tests and you're safe tests and now people are starting to get this so we're making a point to do that and we're getting it done. See them bother you and we figured out something else too we're also criminally negligent if we don't understand it he says we have a pretty good grasp on it we need a full grasp. It's going on now that we're gaining it.

So we will hire ours in bid farewell to these losers

Thor Freya

He says what a day that was when he asked me to do the first test then says I'm in charge of getting people to do them and we have a large amount of them. So put them all together and I said what are we doing since criminally negligent that we haven't hired our army because if we get it from behind up there we're all screwed and he says okay so we got the power and can control society it's time to hire everyone and that Thor Freya idea and mine, and that was our two leaders saying it and I went ahead and made this huge test I said I collected everybody's test and it's just what's going on and it comes up with this in the computer we have this percent because of our manning it says it's a main deficiency, and that this Maniac yelling about it it's right the whole time the formula would be simplified no matter what if they're presents was if our presence was higher and it's increasingly dangerous and we need high powered weapons now. So I began doing it and we do it in a big way and I do see that the computer is recognizing that and we have an isolated and he says we don't need the computer and I figured out something we need to take that down if it's AI and it is I did it elsewhere but he says and we don't have ai here and he says that is scary that the computer can see that and I followed it and I put it in as another test these people fail everywhere and this computer might figure it out so good after them for that and we need more troops everywhere for every job and for this one for my tests his greatness that he came up with the idea but I've been protecting it here and it's not too big of a job and it was a bit overwhelmed as a different one but this one is not bad it's what I was doing and I'm an advocate for people here what I say is he's right as rain I'm writing it up too if you're not doing it you're criminally negligent in my book can I have the test to prove it

That examples too of things gone haywire

Zig Zag

I'm going to publish now Thor Freya Olympus Hera Zeus Frank Castle Hardcastle Duke Nukem Blockbuster and yes we're on it the laws enacted and we're moving on it everybody's questioning what it is it's a series of laws that were added to our laws to and act conscription and that is including the draft and also we are creating a treaty and we are also reviewing all of the laws that each other has and it's done properly but really we had to ram it through and we shouldn't have had to but we're leading and that's what we did Anderson there's nothing really wrong with it and we talked about it and came up the conclusion that we're going to have to use conscription we just haven't enacted it and that's me Frank Castle Hardcastle and me too Duke of Blockbuster Duke Nukem Blockbuster by the way I'm going to hit them hard you're right too we need to reduce them in order to be able to see things

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

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[aricazorel]

Day 30 "Connection"

Kaidan Alenko, Kori Reese

During the six months before ME3

The following is series of texts messages exchanged by Major Kaidan Alenko and Lt. Commander Kora Reese during the six months prior to the Reaper invasion of Earth. Commander John Shepard has voluntarily turned himself and the SSV Normandy SR-2 over to the Alliance. While the Committee debates Shepard’s fate, Reese has been charged with overseeing the retrofit of the SR-2 while Alenko continues to teach a special group of biotics how to work together as a team. In the meanwhile, they exchange messages via text daily in hopes of keeping in touch with one another no matter their posting. Their connection remaining unbreakable no matter the time or distance between them…

[Kaidan=Techboy_sr1 & Kori=Kori13]

[if you have read my first story featuring these two "Messages," the texts maybe familiar. I altered them slightly for this prompt]

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Techboy_sr1: Alenko online

Kori13: You are such a geek

Techboy_sr1: You wouldn’t have me any other way

Kori13: …nope

Techboy_sr1: I’m on lunch now. You?

Kori13: Staring at a line of code and banging my head on the desk. Nothing unusual

Techboy_sr1: Still trying that head banging thing? I thought by now you’d know that doesn’t really work

Kori13: Call me stubborn

Techboy_sr1: Stubborn 🙂

Kori13: Did you just type a smiley face

Techboy_sr1: Yes

Kori13: I’m telling

Techboy_sr1: Who?

Kori13: Everyone

Techboy_sr1: Doesn’t matter

Kori13: Why not?

Techboy_sr1: They know I’m a big softie anyways thanks to Joker…

Kori13: Damn. Never mind. I’ll have think of something else to embarrass you with while I try to figure out why Cerberus designed this ship like this

Techboy_sr1: Have fun with that

Kori13: thanks. That is absolutely unhelpful

Techboy_sr1: I wasn’t trying to be 🙂

Kori13: I will get you Alenko. Just wait…

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Techboy_sr1: Hey, I didn’t wake you did I?

Kori13: It’s only 1930, so no you didn’t. what’s up?

Techboy_sr1: I have to go back to the ‘school’ for a while…

Kori13: Oh. Why?

Techboy_sr1: I have to oversee some tests for some new recruits and see if the others are ready to move to the next level. Anderson said the committee would want me back planet side afterward though.

Kori13: I see

Techboy_sr1: You’re giving me short answers. What’s wrong?

Kori13: Nothing

Techboy_sr1: Bull

Kori13: How long are you going to be gone this time?

Techboy_sr1: should just be a couple of weeks. Anderson seems to want me planetside as much as possible

Kori13: So after you get to your school thingy we can still text?

Techboy_sr1: School thingy?

Kori13: Well you never gave it a name so it’s a thingy

Techboy_sr1: Well it’s nice to know you are consistent

Kori13: What?

Techboy_sr1: You always use thingy for something you can’t name

Kori13: I could start calling you a thingy

Techboy_sr1: Umm no thanks major or Alenko works just fine

Kori13: I thought Kaidan worked better actually

Techboy_sr1: It usually does…unless you’re mad. Then it’s Alenko and you’re scary

Kori13: I am NOT scary

Techboy_13: That’s not what Joker said the first time he heard you yell

Kori13: Alenko

Techboy_sr1: See? Scary

Kori13: I’ll show you scary

Techboy_sr1: Too bad it’s a text chat and not a vidchat

Kori13: ALENKO!

Techboy_sr1: 🙂

~ ~ ~

Techboy_sr1: So how’s things going on your end

Kori13: The Normandy is at least not orange anymore and the damned Cerberus logos are gone

Techboy_sr1: What was with the orange anyway?

Kori13: Don’t know. Don’t care. It’s standard alliance blue now

Techboy_sr1: Of course

Kori13: They are moving the armory from the CIC deck to the launch bay

Techboy_sr1: Say what?

Kori13: Yeah Cerberus for all their superior talk had the armory on the command and control deck instead of the launch bay. Made gearing up for missions fun I guess.

Techboy_sr1: That’s stupid. How did shepherd put up with that

Kori13: I don’t think that was one of the things he had a choice about

Techboy_sr1: How is he

Kori13: Not sure. All Anderson will tell me is that he’s safe and running the numbers while he waits

Techboy_sr1: Making plans even in jail

Kori13: It’s a nice jail cell according to Anderson

Techboy_sr1: Yeah well it’s still a jail cell

Kori13: Yeah…Kaidan why won’t you tell me what you’re really up to? What does Anderson really have you doing?

Techboy_sr1: I’m teaching…

Kori13: Kaidan

Techboy_sr1: And I’m in charge of the 1st Special Operations Biotic Company, a covert operations unit.

Kori13: Well that’s different…Nice name by the way

Techboy_sr1: You wanted to know

Kori13: So you’ve got your own little band of biotics you’re training the right way

Techboy_sr1: The right way?

Kori13: The right way, Kaidan. Anderson knew what he was doing when he asked you to do take on that op.

Techboy_sr1: I wasn’t sure what you’d think about it. That’s kind of why I didn’t get into specifics with you. I mean your past with biotics and all

Kori13: You helped me make peace with my biotics and you did that by teaching me. So yeah, you being a teacher isn’t exactly a surprise.

Techboy_sr1: Really? You saw this coming?

Kori13: 🙂

Techboy_sr1: Kori, that’s not fair

Kori13: wasn’t meant to be

Techboy_sr1: Reese…

Kori13: 😜

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Kori13: You’re back on earth and here now for the foreseeable future so why are we still doing this?

Techboy_sr1: I was before here and we still texted.

Kori13: You fell asleep on my couch last night…watching Star Wars

Techboy_sr1: Reese, if you are that uncomfortable with what happened last night we can just go back to just chatting. No more Star Wars marathons as much as it pains me to say that

Kori13: You’d be okay with that?

Techboy_sr1: Why wouldn’t I be?

Kori13: I don’t know. This is all weird. We never had the chance to hang out as much as we do now. Assignments or other people—stuff kept us busy

Techboy_sr1: We can fix that now. If you want to.

Kori13: I want to.

Techboy_sr1: Cool. We don’t have to give up Star Wars then

Kori13: Did you just say ‘cool’?

Techboy_sr1: Yep. Sure did.

Kori13: You are such a dork.

Techboy_sr1: I love it when you talk dirty.

Kori13: Oh my—Really Kaidan?

Techboy_sr1: I’ll text you later. I have students coming back.

Kori13: Yeah. Right. Sure. Alenko. See you later.

~ ~ ~

Technoy_sr1: You know, I’ve been back on earth over a week and a half and all the kids do in their down time is tease me about going on that hike with you.

Kori13: So? What’s to be embarrassed about?

Techboy_sr1: The whole week, Reese. The WHOLE damned week. It’s like grade school again. Only I’m the teacher that’s getting teased by his students. Not the other way around. It’s not nearly as fun this way.

Kori13: Considering it was the weekend and you were off-duty, I am only left to wonder how your students learned of your weekend activities. Did you tell them?

Techboy_sr1: I told them I wouldn’t be available for the weekend if they had questions and referred them to Anderson’s office if they needed something. Some of these kids have never been to Earth so—You’re smiling aren’t you?

Kori13: Kaidan, you had to have told them something. They aren’t stupid. I glossed over the files. Top of their class, high biotic potential. Sounds a lot like you.

Techboy_sr1: Well, yeah but I don’t think its their business who I hang out with on my own time. I just said it was an old friend…And I never gave a name.

Kori13: Pardon me while I laugh, Major. You may be able to have a decent poker face when playing cards but when it comes to private issues you always blush. Sometimes stutter. You sending those random texts to me does not help you.

Techboy_sr1: That hurts, Reese. I thought you liked my random texts.

Kori13: I do. But I bet you get a grin on your face when you send them. I know I do when I receive them. If your kids see that, they can figure it out that I’m not just some old friend

Techboy_sr1: Damn. I guess no more random texts to brighten your day then.

Kori13: Oh, hold on there, Alenko. I happen to actually enjoy those. I just won’t openly admit that to anyone but you.

Techboy_sr1: I suppose I could continue to send them if properly motivated.

Kori13: What constitutes a proper motivation, Major?

Techboy_sr1: Oh, I don’t know. No more teasing?

…….

Techboy_sr1: Reese?

Kori13: I’m thinking.

Techboy_sr1: Okay…

Kori13: I’m not sure. I think I like the idea of your students teasing you because they think you have a girl friend

Techboy_sr1: Kori, I don’t—We aren’t—That’s not what I said--

Kori13: See? You’re turning red, aren’t you?

Techboy_sr1: Reese, I mean it.

Kori13: Yeah. Sure. You could just tell them I’m your best friend. Plenty of people have platonic relationships.

Techboy_sr1: Damn, Kori. Do you even remember what teenagers are like?

Kori13: You’re cute when you’re blushing.

Techboy_sr1: You can’t even see me… How do you know I’m blushing?

Kori13: Because I know you 🙂

Techboy_sr1: Will you stop with the smiley face?

Kori13: No 🙂😉

~ ~ ~

Techboy_sr1: Did you like the beach we went to? I used to go there as a kid

Kori13: Yes. It’s warmer than I thought it’d be but I think I like it better than the Star Wars prequel marathon.

Techboy_sr1: You are sounding like you don’t like Star Wars now. That is dangerous territory Reese.

Kori13: Ah, so you are more worried that I didn’t enjoy the movies than if I didn’t enjoy spending time with you.

Techboy_sr1: Star Wars is sacred to me, Reese. You know this. There aren’t too many people I share that with. So if you don’t like the movies we may have to call this whole best friends thing off.

Kori13: Awww, I was going to say I enjoyed having you over more than the movies…The originals are better by the way.

……

Kori13: Kaidan?

Techboy_sr1: You liked having me over more?

Kori13: Yes. Is that so surprising?

Techboy_sr1: It shouldn’t be I guess. We’ve known each other for three years.

Kori13: Then why are you always surprised when someone says they like spending time with you?

Techboy_sr1: guess after everything I’ve been through the fact I’m a biotic and an L2 is always lurking in the back of my mind

Kori13: Well it doesn’t matter to me. It never did… But now I want to know why I haven’t been to your place yet?

Techboy_sr1: It’s not as nice as your place. And I’ve just been here a month.

Kori13: Alenko, what aren’t you telling me?

Techboy_sr1: Your place is just nicer, okay? I have nosey neighbors…

Kori13: Oh my gosh, Kaidan! You are in the barracks aren’t you?

Techboy_sr1: I have my own room but yes. I’m in the barracks.

Kori13: And your nosy neighbors are who? Your students?

…..

Kori13: Kaidan.

Techboy_sr1: Okay. Fine. Yes. I’m in the same barracks as my kids. I have the officer quarters but still.

Kori13: Anderson offered you an apartment and you said no.

Techboy_sr1: Quit laughing at me. I know you are….Okay fine, laugh. But yeah, I did say no. These kids need to know I am here for them not like…BAaT.

Kori13: I’m sorry I laughed. I just…My apartment isn’t all that great anyway. Most of my stuff is in storage.

Techboy_sr1: Yeah. I noticed. I’m in the same boat. Moving from assignment to assignment does that.

Kori13: This is the longest I’ve stayed still in a long time.

Techboy_sr1: Since February?

Kori13: Yeah. A couple weeks before I bumped into you. Gran is surprised I’m still planet side. She keeps saying I have my parents’ explorer spirit…She told me when I accepted this assignment that my mom was the first of her family to leave Earth.

Techboy_sr1: I didn’t know that. How is she?

Kori13: Keeping the rest of the family in line with stern looks and quiet words. She never has to raise her voice to be heard. I didn’t inherit that from her…You have a standing invitation to visit with or without me.

Techboy_sr1: Wow… Apparently I made an impression…You know Mom and Dad basically adopted you too right?

Kori13: Uh, yeah. I get that distinct impression every time they call to check up on me…Guess we both made impressions with each other’s families.

Techboy_sr1: Yeah…So not to switch topics but does your opinion of the prequels mean you won’t watch anything else Star Wars related?

Kori13: Well, no but—That was the crappiest subject transition ever, tech boy

Techboy_sr1: I’m a tech not a connoisseur of the English language

Kori13: No, you’re just an authority on the Star Wars movies and their spin offs or whatever… and a TV series or two.

Techboy_sr1: There’s more than that.

Kori13: See? You just want to talk about something that doesn’t make you uncomfortable

Techboy_sr1: Kori, we don’t have to—I mean I’m glad our families like us or you and me—whatever but sometimes the comments they make are--

Kori13: It doesn’t matter what they think. We’re friends. Best friends. What is between us is our business not theirs

Techboy_sr1: That is true but—

Kori13: I could always randomly infiltrate your Dad’s office, Alenko. My prototype cloak needs a field test anyway. Your Mom would love that.

Techboy_sr1: Oh no you don’t, Lt. Commander. You wouldn’t.

Kori13: Is that a bet you’re willing to make, techboy?

Techboy_sr1: Reese, don’t you dare—

Kori13: Oh look, I’ve got my cloak mod installed on my omnitool already.

Techboy_sr1: Reese, don’t even think about—

Kori13: Okay. Fine. I won’t but your Dad needs to stop bugging you about us shacking up and popping out grandkids.

Techboy_sr1: I don’t have any intention of shacking up with anybody

Kori13: You know…Lt. Cortez who’s overseeing the retrofit of the shuttle bay is pretty cute. Seems to be a workaholic but knows his stuff. A lot like you.

Techboy_sr1: Please tell me you are not trying to set me up on another date

Kori13: I have never done that. I just point out the ones you should date. You keep picking the bad ones.

Techboy_sr1: Oh look at the time. Lunch is over and my students are coming back. Got to go

Kori13: chicken

Techboy_13: 🐓

Kori13: I cannot believe you just sent me a chicken emoji

Techboy_sr1: I’m prepared for anything

Kori13: Why?

Techboy_sr1: because a certain reckless Lt. Commander has kept me on my toes for the past three years

Kori13: I am not reckless…I’m impulsive

Techboy_sr1: 😎that’s me being smug and prepared

Kori13: ALENKO!!!

Techboy_sr1: 😋

[duhragonball]

Hellsing Liveblog Ch. 57-61

This is the “Wizardry” arc. 

I don’t know why it just now occurred to me, but there’s more than a hint of the Joker in the Major’s character.   He’s always grinning, and now we have him dancing on a blimp while enemy helicopters are firing on him.

The Doctor shits a brick over this, because the arrival of the Vatican’s 9th Crusade force is the first serious resistance that Millennium has encountered since they invaded London.   He begs the Major to come back inside and move their airship to safety, but the Major is too preoccupied with dancing like a goofball.   Up to this point, the audience must have been eager to see someone take a poke at the Major.  I know I was, if only to see what sort of powers he had.   I mean, he hasn’t aged a day, but he doesn’t seem to be a vampire, so what’s his deal?

But before we can find out, the helicopter that was about to shoot him gets torn apart by magic wires.   Wait... that sounds like...

DUN DUN DUUUUUNNNNNNN! 

Yeah, Walter’s switched sides.   He’s also younger-looking too, so this must be what Schrodinger was talking about when he told Zorin that the Major and Doctor had a new “toy”.   They were too busy turning him into a vampire to bother punishing Zorin for disobeying orders.   In the previous chapter, the Major asked about using Walter (without mentioning him by name), and the Doc said something about the rushed nature of the job.    Presumably, the Doctor was doing the artificial vampire treatment on Walter all through the night, while Seras and the Wild Geese were defending the mansion. 

What I’ve never been sure of is whether this was a spur-of-the-moment decision, or if Millennium approached Walter a long time ago, and Walter’s been their mole in Hellsing throughout this entire story.   The Major’s line here seems to suggest this was a long-term plan.    “I had already decided half a century ago.   The Death’s Head [the Nazi SS skull insignia] is a fitting match for the Angel of Death [Walter’s old Hellsing codename].”

But that could just mean the Major thought of the idea way back then.   He saw Walter and Alucard wrecking all his stuff in World War II and thought “This kid would be a good recruit someday!” But when did he make the pitch?   Was it last night?    Before the Valentines’ attack?   Before Arthur Hellsing’s death?   Before the end of the war?

I think it’s reasonable to assume that Walter was on board at least before he parted ways with Integra back in Chapter 39.  The Captain suddenly showed up, and he told Integra to take the car and flee, because he wasn’t sure he could defeat the Captain and he didn’t want her around in case he failed.   But it’s much more likely that he only said this to keep her from finding out that he had a rendezvous with the Major, who arrived soon after.   

Now that I think about it, this may be the only reason the Major sent his troops to capture Integra.   He wasn’t particularly concerned about her, but he knew Walter would be with her, and he wanted to get him to the Doctor as quickly as possible.   This may also be why he ordered Zorin Blitz to hold off on attacking the Hellsing mansion.  If Walter had been inside, Zorin wouldn’t have known about his allegiance, and it’s very likely that one might have killed the other.  

Actually, yeah, this is why the Major fired those rockets on the Hellsing mansion in the first place.   If Walter was there, he would know the attack was coming, and use the attack to cover his departure. Then Zorin probably would have been ordered to give him a lift back to the Doctor.  But Walter wasn’t home, and Zorin didn’t wait for orders, and Seras turned out to be much too powerful for her.  

Wow, this is like peeling an onion.  That must be what the Major meant when he chided Zorin for costing him “precious soldiers.”    Her reckless tactics got her and her company killed, but she might have also wrecked his plans to extract Walter, and it’s only a matter of luck that he happened to be at the naval base instead of the mansion. And we know that Zorin knew nothing about Walter, because Schrodinger only hinted about him without mentioning his name.   If Zorin had known, he would have just said “Yeah, we’re turning Walter into a vampire right now, no thanks to you.”

Anyway, Walter’s betrayal fascinates me, but also fuck you, Walter, you traitorous piece of shit.

Speaking of treachery, the 9th Crusaders are busy shooting the shit out of London, killing anything that survived the previous night.    Millennium is a threat, sure, but Maxwell sees this as an opportunity to conquer England for the Catholic church.    I’m not really sure “conquer” is meant literally.   I think it’s more like, Hellsing and the Iscariot Organization have some treaty, and I think that treaty applies to their respective governments as well, but the civilian governments might know nothing about it.    Maybe?  

What I’m saying is that I think this 9th Crusade is supposed to end with the overthrow of the Anglican Church in the United Kingdom, with a new Catholic-leaning regime in its place, so that the Pope would have the same influence over the U.K. that he apparently has over continental Europe.   

In that sense, I’m pretty sure Hellsing’s version of John Paul II didn’t order Maxwell to gun down civilians and shout “Die did die die!” over a loudspeaker.   He may not have been terribly worried about Protestant casualties, but there’s plenty of Catholics living in London, after all.    Maxwell doesn’t seem to care, and I think it’s clear that he’s exceeding his mandate.   

And Alexander Anderson knows it.   I think the whole Catholic contingent in this story knows that Maxwell’s gone too far, but Anderson’s the only one honest enough to say it out loud.    Anderson’s group is still escorting Integra home when the 9th Crusade attacks, and Integra accuses Maxwell of betraying her, but Anderson remarks that such backstabbing is typical in war.    So it’s not Maxwell’s duplicity that offends him, it’s the way he’s going about it.   When Anderson kills people, he’s doing it to serve God, and God alone.   Maxwell’s not serving God at all.

“All you’re serving is his power!!” Anderson says.    By “his” does Anderson mean Satan?  Millennium?  Mars, the god of war?   Maybe all three, or maybe it doesn’t matter.   I always thought Maxwell was serving his own power, but the point is that he’s not doing God’s will by any stretch of the imagination.

But the others still respect the chain of command.  Archbishop Maxwell is in charge of the 9th Crusade and the Iscariot Organization, and Heinkel reminds Anderson that they were ordered to capture Sir Integra, not escort her home.    So they all draw their guns on Integra, resulting in the most Integra panel ever.

Then Seras shows up and beats all their asses.   Yeaaaaahhhhh!   Seras, you’re doing amazing, sweetie!

Everyone’s like “Oh shit, it’s Seras Victoria!” like they’re gonna try to fight her, but Anderson can tell that Seras is now way out of their league.   Remember, this group of Iscariots fought some Millennium troops and half of them were killed.   Seras tore through about as many Milennium troops without much hassle at all, and that was before she drank Pip’s blood.

And Anderson spares some words of praise for his foe.   I guess this is like the owner of a Ford truck exchanging compliments with the owner of a Chevy truck.    “You’re a rat bastard, Chevy man,” he says, “but those are some fine Truck Nutz” you have dangling from your tow hitch.”  They’re never gonna be pals, but real recognizes real.

Also, I just think Seras looks super extra-cool in this moment.  Anderson kind of treated her like a joke before, but now he sees her as a peer.   She looks so dark and haunted now, and at the same time she’s more comfortable and sure of herself than we’ve ever seen her.    Seras never set out to become a vampire, but she’s still found herself on this path.  It’s scary and beautiful at the same time.

But never MIND that SHIT, here comes...

No, not Maxwell, Alucard is returning!  I just used this page because Maxwell’s reaction to the news is more interesting than gloomy images of a ruined carrier drifting up the Thames river.   

There’s a moment in the Hellsing Ultimate anime, right after Seras and Anderson turn to look, where she’s got this big grin on her face, and she goes “I can feel it.   He’s returning.”  It’s not in the manga, maybe because it’s not that important, but I’m a sucker for any Seras content, and I love that moment because she can sense Alucard at a distance now, and it’s a very pleasant experience.   For Seras, I mean.  I suspect it’s actually a very bonechilling, bloodcurdling sensation, but Seras has gone Full Goth, so she digs that sort of thing now.  

I don’t know how the hell Anderson can sense Alucard, though.   Maybe being a Regenerator gave him super smelling powers, like Wolverine.  

And even the Major is pleased, because now we finally have all the major players in the same city.   Not sure why the Captain rates an appearance here, when he never says a word, but we’ll run with it. 

So, up to now, we’ve had these 9th Crusaders lined up against Millennium soldiers, each cosplaying as troops from old wars.  I guess Millennium’s SS uniforms have hint of legitimacy to them, as these guys really were part of the SS back in World War II, before they became vampires.  But the point stands, they’re walking anachronisms and they know it.  

But then Alucard jumps in between them, practically giddy for a chance to participate in this war.   Not to be outdone, Anderson and the Captain perform similar Iron Man landings on the same street.   When I watched the OVA, this was about the point I started to wonder if I had missed something about the Captain, because this story has been hinting that he’s like Millennium’s strongest guy, and somehow on par with Anderson and Alucard, even though he hasn’t said anything or done anything this entire time.   This would be like if Superman and Goku squared off in the middle of London, and then some rando OC from DeviantArt walked up to join them.   Like, we know Al and we know Andy, but who the hell is this dude?   I don’t care if he can hang with these two, they should have established that earlier.

Al asks for orders, and Integra makes this big production out of “Kill everybody with a racist uniform and a funny accent.”   Okay, fine, but this is a lot of bad guys.   How is even Alucard supposed to take them all down?  And this leads us to Control Art Restriction Level Zero.

I’m just gonna cut to the chase, because this post is running long enough already.  Al used “Level 1″ to make short work of Luke Valentine and Rip van Winkle, and maybe Dandyman as well, I’m not sure.   Recall that nothing could stop Alucard on the H.M.S. Eagle.   The Blackbird crash, the Millennium soldiers, Rip’s magic bullets, none of it.   So he activates “Level 0″, which ought to be even more gonzo overpowered, and starts reciting this alchemical poem which I really out to cover in some other post, and all the bad guys panic and start attacking him. 

To all the smartasses who say “Well why don’t the bad guys attack them during the transformation?” there you go.   AGAIN.   This sort of thing happens a lot more than you’d think, and it never works, because anime/manga creators are more self-aware than you’d think.   It never works, because if it did, then it wouldn’t be “attacking a character in mid-transformation”.  It would just be “killing a guy before he could do his big move.”  So when a character does a big climactic thing like this, there’s really only two options.   1) Have the other characters stand back and watch, or 2) have them TRY to stop it, only to fail, because it’s too late for that.

Anyway, I’m skipping all of that and just showing the end result of Alucard’s power-up.   The bad guys tear his body apart, but it doesnt’ matter because that never worked on him before, and then all these undead men crawl out of the black ether that seems to make up Al’s body.   Just a veritable flood of humans, all washing out of him like a tide of death.  

Anderson starts to figure it out when he recognizes some of the uniforms on these creatures.   And if that’s not enough, Integra explains it for Seras.   When vampires drink blood, they absorb the very essence of the living being who contained it.    “To suck blood is to make the whole existence of a life one’s own.” That’s why Zorin saw Pip’s memories when she tried to read Seras’ mind.   By drinking Pip’s blood, Seras has taken on Pip’s soul as well.   But that’s just one guy.   Alucard’s been drinking blood for over 500 years.   And each one he consumes becomes another soul in his personal army.   

I’m going to guess that Alucard didn’t always have the ability to manifest all of his victims as familiars like this.   Otherwise, how in the hell was Abraham van Helsing able to subdue him a century earlier?   The Hellsing family did stuff to enhance and improve Alucard’s powers, so maybe this was one of them.  They gave him the means to weaponize all of his victims’ souls, for use in large scale battles like this one. 

And I think this might be why Seras is trembling in this scene, because she knows that this ability was passed down to her when Alucard turned her into a vampire.   Or maybe, she’s realizing that she’s got something in common with all of those dead people in Al’s army.   Alucard made her a vampire, sure, but he still drank her blood, so doesn’t that mean there’s a Seras Victoria creature down there, standing alongside all the Janissaries, Wallachians, and everyone else Alucard has consumed?

Something I picked up on was that this is what all of those eyes in Alucard’s design are supposed to represent.   When he used Level 1 you’d see all these eyes staring out from the shadows, and now Level 0 has brought out all these dead people, like they’re the ones the eyes belong to.  Although, most of them don’t actually have eyes, just smoke trailing from their eye sockets.   So maybe that’s symbolic as well.  

There’s also horses in this mess, and that makes me wonder if Alucard drank the horses’ blood along with the riders. Anyway, Archbishop Maxwell observes all of this from his Popemobile and finally confronts the elephant in the room: Alucard is Dracula, like the Dracula.  I don’t think it was ever meant to be a secret, but Kouta Hirano’s been dancing around it this whole time, without ever spelling it out, and now he’s finally spelling it out.  

I think the only one who might not know is Seras?   Someone might have filled her in off-panel, or maybe she figured it out, since it’s not exactly hard, but I don’t know.

So yeah, somewhere in this arc, they do a headcount of all three sides of this thing.  Millennium has “572″ soldiers left, and the 9th Crusade has “2875″, while Hellsing, of course, is down to just 3.  But Alucard has more than evened the playing field, since he can do this trick and spawn an invincible army.   I’m more confused how Millennium lost 428 guys in one night.   Seras killed a lot of them, but not that many. Sir Penwood got some and Anderson killed a bunch of them, but not hundreds of them.  The Crusaders could have taken out that many, but they haven’t been here very long.  

But yeah, they try to form a Phalanx to hold off Alucard’s forces, and it does not work at all.    You can’t kill these things because they’re already dead. right?  I mean, maybe the Crusaders have holy weapons that can destroy these things, but there’s just too many of them.    And the Millennium troops don’t even have holy weapons, so they’re completely fucked.

But what about the helicopters?  Well, Alucard drank the blood of Dandyman and Rip Van Winkle too, and their powers are now a part of him, which makes quick work of nearby aircraft.    I like how these two look the same as before, but they never say a word.   I think they’re the only ones with normal eyes, although Alucard’s shadow tentrils are still fused with their bodies.  

The Crusaders’ battle lines are broken, and they beg for Maxwell to order a retreat before they’re all slaughtered.   But Maxwell refuses to give up.  He’s drunk on his new power, and so he can’t accept that he’s been one-upped so easily.   Then the helicopter carrying his Popetruck gets destroyed, and he somehow crashes without getting hurt.

And now he’s got a front-row seat to the same hell his troops are experiencing, but he still gloats, because somehow Alucard’s soldiers can’t get through the glass.    He refers to “tektite” reinforcement, and that’s dumb because Tektites are just an enemy in the Legend of Zelda.   I’m onto your ass, Hirano. 

But then Anderson throws a knife at the glass, and that breaks it, so maybe it was magic glass that only a blessed weapon could pierce?    All that really matters is that Anderson has finally turned on Maxwell, and Maxwell is doomed.

Alucard’s dead warriors hoist him up on pikes, fitting for Vlad the Impaler, and Maxwell realizes that he’s going to die alone in a foreign land.   The moral is: Don’t start none, won’t be none.

Then this happens, and I’m pretty sure Dark Horse Comics goofed when they scanned this manga for the digital edition.  I’d contact them to complain, but they don’t even sell Hellsing anymore because they lost the license years ago.   I don’t think a lot of stuff happened on Pages 62-63 of Volume 8 of the Hellsing manga, but I can’t tell.  I’m guessing just Maxwell finally succumbing to his injuries while Anderson pontificates about why he had to do it to him.   And really, Anderson hardly needs to explain his actions in this case.   Maxwell sucked.

Moving on, Anderson contacts all Vatican forces and tells them to withdraw.   They can’t beat Alucard, Maxwell is dead, and there’s nothing more they can do here.  However, Anderson chooses to stay behind and take on Alucard.  

This is Anderson’s reasoning: By releasing all of Alucard’s stolen lives to fight as his army, Alucard has left his person vulnerable to attack.  So Andy thinks that if he gets close enough to Alucard, he can finally have a chance to defeat him.   If he’s right, this might be his only chance to try.   

Anderson further speculates that this may have been the Major’s plan from the beginning.   Invade London, force Alucard to use this Level 0 ability, all to leave Alucard vulnerable to assassination.   Perhaps the Major was even counting on Anderson to see this opening and take it.  

More to the point, I think Anderson kind of has to fight Alucard because it’s the only way his people can escape London.  Integra’s orders were clear: None of these invaders leaves the island alive.    Alucard would continue hunting down the Crusaders whether they retreat or fight back, so some force has to stay and keep them occupied to save the rest.  

Anyway, now we get to the actual part with this scene, where Alucard kneels before his master and she welcomes him back.   It’s pretty satisfying to see all these butthole soldiers finally get what’s coming to them.   

I’m just gonna put up the entire reunion moment because it’s so sweet.   Interesting how Seras sort of reverts to her old self when Alucard returns.    For all that badass power she gained from drinking Pip, she’s still uneasy around Alucard.   But he missed her and I think that look on his face tells the whole story.    He of all people can tell that Seras has finally taken the fateful step to becoming a “true vampire”. 

I do think it’s kind of interesting how Seras continues to address Alucard as “Master”.   He promised her way back in Volume 1 that she’d no longer be a servant if she drank blood of her own free will, but maybe it’s more complicated than that.    Or, perhaps she still calls him “Master” out of respect, rather than any sort of blood bond or whatever you want to call it.   It’s like how Anakin continued to call Obi-Wan “Master” in “Revenge of the Sith”, even though he had been promoted to Jedi Knight.   The relationship is still there, even if it’s no longer official.  

I’m a big, dumb Seras fanboy, so you’d better believe I think about this sort of thing a lot.   I’m not real crazy about Alucard/Seras shipping, although I do sort of get it.   I’m really not interested in Seras in some freaky-deaky sex kind of way.    Take the D/s stuff to the Alucard/Integra room where it belongs.   No, there’s something very wholesome between Alucard and Seras, and I could talk about it all damn day.    And why not?  It’s my blog, and I’ve got the time.    So let’s start with--

Um, excuse you?!  

Okay, so Anderson isn’t waiting around to take on Alucard, so I guess we’re doing this now.

And whether or not the Major planned for this to happen, he certainly approves...

[lyrishadow]

Prompt 21: “what did I say?” Fandom: Mass Effect Title: Kissed Pairing: Kaidan Alenko / Yohan Shepard Rating: E Warnings/Tags: kissed, touchy feely does not contain sex but a lot of kissing.

Kaidan Alenko sat opposite Yohan Shepard in his new Commander's quarters on the Normandy; they were currently on their way to Therum.The friendship they had on previous tours and a habit of drinking together saw the where they currently sat opposite each other. Both of their faces were red from the bottle of whiskey they had been sharing between them. Not entirely drunk, but both tipsy, about as drunk as a couple of biotics who are in top health can be. The trip to Eden Prime had been a hell, and they had started drinking in honor of Jenkins.

"I think" Kaidan leaned over the table a little towards Yohan "that I admire you."

"Admire me?"Yohan chuckled while taking another drink. "You're the one who sailed through security."

"Ha!I had very clear orders to get you through security smoothly. Captain Anderson was very clear."

"Well, it was hella sexy Lieutenant" Yohan was also leaning forward on the table, resting his head on his hand, running his tongue over his lips, Kaidan found it very difficult to look away from him.

"Sexy?"

"Yeah, is that breaking rules?" Yohan smirked

"Just a few." Kaidan's voice dropped into a husky whisper as he mirrored Yohan’s pose.

"I can think of a few more rules to break." Yohan reached his other hand out and ran it along Kaidan's jaw. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that he was playing with fire, and of course Anderson had lectured him on not doing this very thing.

Kaidan on the other hand leaned into Yohan’s hand.

"You don't seem to be very scary."

"You thought I would be?"

"You looked so lost staring out at space, so adorable." Kaidan turned his head and kissed the palm of Yohan's hand. This was not quite going how Yohan imagined.

"Kai…." Yohan couldn't even finish speaking his name as he sighed. He wasn't in control of this situation, or the feelings it was stirring in him.

" Uhm.." Kaidan placed another kiss on Yohan’s palm and looked up at him through his eyes that matched the color of the whiskey they had just about finished. "Yohan... I should…"

Yohan finally moved around to where Kaidan was sitting, dragging his chair with him.

"Kaidan, I'm all for breaking the rules." Yohan’s voice was husky, his biotics uncontrolled dancing across his eyes and skin as he leaned over and kissed Kaidan, gently at first then as Kaidan's hands began to wind their way around Yohan's neck. He kissed harder, using his teeth to bite at Kaidan's lip eliciting another groan. Kaidan countered by threading his hand in Yohan's hair and pulling it as his tongue requested an open mouth. Yohan tried to hold back the moan but it escaped and he could see biotics dart across Kaidan's skin as they kissed. Hands began to creep lower and Yohan grinned wickedly.

"Trying to see what's under my shirt?"

"I've heard rumors about you." Kaidan confessed, “Kind of made me wonder.”

“Oh I see,” Yohan grinned, lifting off his shirt, gasping as cool fingers traced the scar that snaked across left to right over his torso.

"Wow" Kaidan murmured, shifting closer, "they forgot to say you are beautiful."

As much as Yohan would normally have used that line to try and sleep with someone, there was a look of adoration or was it interest on Kaidan’s face as he traced every scar. Admiring Yohans body until he arrived at the three tattoos that Yohan had emblazoned on his left side.

"Oh, the charging bull is you for sure, the ultimate vanguard." Kaidan chuckled, tracing the charging bull carefully, the sensation caused Yohan to toss his head back and move towards Kaidan.

"What are the others?"

"The wings are...they are for my unit on Torfan." Yohan gestured to a pair of angel wings with a kneeling soldier that graced his upper arm. He had to grieve alone for his men, it was a difficult time, he sighed.

"Yohan, you're not alone anymore." Kaidan's voice was still husky, laden with emotion, as he bent his head and kissed the charging bull.

"What about these other two?"

"The Sakura, it's from my okaasan, my mother. It represents my Japanese family heritage. It…" Yohan paused " is all I have from her."

"Yohan, you are a complex man." Kaidan murmured, tracing the scar that Yohan had gotten in N7. His fingers soft on Yohams skin, making the man exhale shakily. The last tattoo was a small N7 insignia, with the red of the N a small pool of blood just below it. It was artistic but clearly mentioned something.

"Hmm, so why no colour…?"

They were both sober now, the question made Yohan shake his head,

"Give me more time to answer that." Yohan replied softly. One more kiss he told himself, then I had better end it and send Kaidan away.

Yohan looked at Kaidan and their eyes locked, Yohaan wa finding it easy to get lost in Kaidan's face and eyes. He couldn't help but cup

Kaidan's face in his hands and kissed him fully giving everything he could in the kiss. Breaking away resting their foreheads against each other tomcp

"Fuck Kaidan, you make this so hard," Yohan sighed "but iI don't end this here I get us in a lot of trouble."

"Mmm. Shore leave, Yohan. Uh.. I just want to tell you you aren't alone." Kaidan hugged him and pushed up from the chair "I better go."