#march ab

[rennebright]

OC_Maid 🖤 by March_AB [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

[oceanamethyst]

"Kill them with kindness" WRONG. KNIFE ATTACK!!! 🔪🗡🔪🗡🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🗡🔪🔪🔪🔪🗡🔪🔪🔪🗡🔪🔪🔪

[criticalamityz]

first kiss

[is1ey]

"Gentlemen, as I speak to you now, London once again shudders beneath a Nazi onslaught from the skies. And at such times, the hearts of men are stirred to duty. But you are not such men. You are not chosen for your conspicuous honor or high ideals. You are chosen because you are the last resort. The mission you have been given is of a sort never before been undertaken. It demands ruthless men who will not hesitate to stoop beneath the conventions of war. Men who do not keep clean hands. Men like you."

[gamoraswonder]

COMMUNITY | “The Science of Illusion”

[weedpoop]

btw it’s his birthday tomorrow

happy bday freak❤️

[northgazaupdates]

25 March 2024

Journalist Abed Alqadr Sabbah reports on the deaths of 10 men today off the shore of Jabaliya, when an American airdrop caused aid to fall into the churning sea. Exhausted by starvation and disease and overcome by the harsh surf, 10 men drowned to death trying to feed their families. Instagram user delsawy85 provides a full English translation:

We are now near the Jabalya waterfront area.

This area witnessed a number of aid airdrops. But the awkward thing is that these air drops were actually dropped into the sea... the people had to swim in to get the aid and some of them drowned! Around 10 people drowned! So, imagine that you actually have to die to get your food!

And this is literally what happened... people died to get their food! This doesn't make any sense!

We've addressed this point before, multiple times , that the air dropped aids is not a logical way of getting aid in nor is it reasonable! Getting aid in by land in a respectful and safe way! Two days back a number of aid (trucks) got in via land in a respectable manner and reached a lot of people specially to the northern area! But the IOF and the counties who are keen on spreading chaos who insist on deliberately humiliating people who're getting the aids! It's deliberate humiliation in the way the aids are being delivered! So we wish that there is a more respectful way to get the aids in to the people, so as people don't have to die to get a box of aid!

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[ms--lobotomy]

I heard some of you were looking for Kyle. Who am I if not a provider?

Summary: Abbadon wants a companion for the night.

Word Count: 1461

Content Warnings: General 40kness, smut, once my Catholic guilt arc is over it’s over for all of you

Image Credit: @squishyowl

You looked out of the window of your cell. It was the one comfort you had here, and the view was almost beautiful. Silent columns of lightning stretched out between magenta clouds, churning away faster than they ever could on any planet. Iron bars marred the view somewhat, but you had to take what you could get in this strange land. The rest of your cell was pitifully dreary, with a curtain closing off what resembled a restroom and a slab of… something that resembled a bed. You chose not to look at those parts. At least, not now.

You heard footsteps coming down the hall. They were heavy and loud, announcing the presence of maybe two or three members of the Black Legion. You barely turned your head from the window before they fiddled with the keys to your cell, almost ripping the bars off of each other. You recognized one’s speech in Low Gothic, but it took you a few moments to really process it.

“The Despoiler wants a word with you.”

You tensed up. They surely couldn’t mean… No matter. You put one foot in front of the other and joined the three hulking men outside your cell. One of them started to walk off, and another prodded you with his chainsword.

“Move.”

You had no choice but to follow these strange men through the halls of the base. You lost track of where you were early on, going into new and uncharted areas of the base. Granted, you’d only ever seen the prison, so this was not a failing of your navigational skills. You hadn’t time to marvel at the interior despite being confined to your cell for what felt like weeks, you and your captors were walking too fast. You had to slightly jog to keep up with them.

Soon enough, you were upon a large door. You ran your fingers along the intricate woodwork, not having felt varnished wood in ages. Two of those strange men looked down at you as you lowered your hand. Another one turned on his vox machine.

“She’s here,” he said, stepping back from the door. The others did so as well, prompting you to do the same.

After a few moments, the door clicked open. You beheld a man taller than the three around you, the first without a helmet that you’d seen in a long while. He had a long top knot at the top of his head, and his eyes bored into you, unreadable. You immediately looked away, trying not to shake in your poorly put together shoes.

“Leave,” he said as the three behind you turned tail and left, muttering to one another.

He watched them as they left before turning his gaze back to you. “You can come in, you know.”

You looked up at him and slowly walked into the room. It must be his private chambers; it was filled with ornate things that you couldn’t have even dreamed of while in your cell. Your eyes darted from the paintings on the wall to the table and chairs built for someone his size. He walked towards the bed, sitting on it as it slightly gave way underneath him. “Come,” he said, scooting over slightly.

“Why do you bring me here?” you asked, rubbing your upper arm with your hand.

He smirked. “I just wanted a bit of company tonight.” He called your name. It was a bit strange on his lips, but it was the first time someone had referred to you by name instead of number.

Was it night? It was impossibly hard to tell in this space between space. You found yourself walking towards the bed and sitting on it next to him as he took his gauntlets off, then his pauldrons, then the rest of the armor adorning his arms. You couldn’t help but notice rippling muscles as your heart beat quicker in your chest.

“Not like I have a choice in the matter,” you said after a moment.

He chuckled. “If you do not wish to be here, I could grab another.”

“No-“ you interjected before you could stop yourself.

He continued taking off his armor, pulling his breastplate over his head before casting it aside. “Good,” he said. He wrapped an arm around your waist, and you tensed up yet again.

“I will not hurt you, unless that is something you desire.”

You looked up at him. He was looking down at you with… reverence, almost. You felt your face go warm as he took your chin in his hand. His grip was firm, but you could tell that he was holding back.

He let go and leaned down to take off his lower armor, and you watched intently as pieces fell to the floor, softly clanking against other pieces. He looked down at you and smirked once he was finished. It was then when he leaned in for a kiss, pressing against soft skin. You were taken aback for a minute before you reciprocated. He grabbed your hips and turned the rest of you to face him, your legs resting against his waist.

He brushed the sides of your shirt up, fabric gathering underneath his hands. You let out a soft moan before freezing, and he pulled away.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked.

You slowly nodded. He went in for a kiss again, this time biting your bottom lip. You squeaked, grasping for his body glove. You felt him chuckle against you, hands moving underneath your shirt up your back. He pulled away again, his hands moving to your thigh.

“Take it off,” he barked.

Without hesitation, you pulled your shirt over your head. He looked down at you for a moment, running a hand over your body.

“Good girl,” he said, pressing you down onto the bed before planting his teeth on your collarbone. It wasn’t enough to draw blood, but it was going to leave a mark. You let out another high-pitched squeak, and he made another mark even lower. When he had his fill, he went down to your breast and took your nipple in his teeth.

“Abbadon…” you moaned as he bit you there. That was also going to leave a mark.

“What is it?” he asked before moving to your other side to do the same thing. You yelped, your fingers pressing into his back as he trailed lower. He was kneeling before you when he made his way between your legs, pulling your shoes and pants off and parting your legs with ease. He began to feast, eliciting soft cries from you. He reached places you thought someone could never reach, and before long, you came hard on him.

He pulled away, fiddling with the zipper on his body glove before taking it all off. You looked at him in awe before he pinned you down again, your fingers interlocking with his. He planted a quick kiss to your lips before he rubbed himself against you and you looked up at him, pleading.

“You will have to beg for it,” he said, grazing himself against you.

“Please…” you murmured. “Please put yourself in me. I want you.”

“More than anything you’ve ever wanted?”

“More than anything I’ve ever wanted.”

He put himself in, and you cried out. “You are taking me so well,” he said as he slid in further. You couldn’t form any cohesive sentences in response, so you let yourself cry out. He slid himself in to the hilt and stayed there for a minute, watching your face scrunch up and listening to your little yelps before he pulled himself out to do it all again. He started to go faster, and you felt your eyes rolling back. Here you were, stark naked, stretched out over him.

You came a second time, much more loudly and violently than the first. Abbadon smirked above you, victorious. His hands moved to your wrists as he kept going, and soon you realized how much stamina was granted to an Astartes. He kept you up long into the night before he started to speed up one last time. You were loud, and he stuck a few fingers in your mouth. He grunted something in his Cthonian tongue before he shot his load into you, once, twice, then a third time.

Liquid leaked out of you as he pulled himself out of you for the last time and shifted you fully onto the bed. He held you close to him. You relaxed into his hold as he ran a hand through your hair.

“You will not have to spend another day rotting in that cell,” he said.

You closed your eyes and sleep soon took hold of you. You slept better than you had in weeks.

@kit-williams

[rennebright]

NOBU📱 by March_AB [Twitter/X] ※Illustration shared with permission from the artist. If you like this artwork please support the artist by visiting the source.

[koibish]

check, check, and check ✔️

[soupy-girl]

just realized that i am now the age courtney was when they joined smosh. oh i am SICK

[dvlwablu]

finally watched the onmyoji anime - here are some boys that i drew way back!!!

[cassmouse]

Okay I get the animated short thing was about Den Heng but can we just appreciate how cute March 7th is in her animated form

Like

LOOK AT HER I LOVE HER SO MUCH

ON THIS BLOG WE BELIEVE IN MARCH 7TH APPRECIATION

[rambleonwithrosie]

I'm gonna tell my kids this was Brutus and Cassius headed to the Senate today

[captainfairygodmother]

Being in a fandom is so hard sometimes, like I want to make an edit but I also want to write a fic about this elaborately planned AU/headcanon I have but I also want to crochet myself a mini version of my favourite character and-

...So because there are too many choices, I'll just read a 300k fic instead of rewatch the show for the fifth billionth time

[northgazaupdates]

18 March 2024

Journalist Abed Alqadr Sabbah reports on the situation in Gaza City. English translation is provided by Instagram user slumki.

The situation in northern Gaza is very difficult, as if the war has started anew. There's a siege and invasion of the Shifa Hospital, with a number of martyrs and wounded in the hospital's courtyards. There's also a siege of the Carmel School and neighboring schools to the Shifa Hospital, including the American School.

Buildings at the Al-Ghafary intersection were targeted, with two buildings destroyed and a number of martyrs and wounded on the ground.

The problem with this situation is that there's no hospital currently able to receive these injuries and martyrs, especially with the invasion and neutralization of the Shifa Hospital. The nearest hospital, Al-Maamadani Hospital, has also been targeted before, and its capabilities are very limited.

We are witnessing a large displacement on the streets after this siege and attacks in the area of the Shifa Hospital, with shells, drones, and helicopters widely deployed. There is a significant displacement to areas in eastern Gaza currently.

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