#albert is addicted to wine

[crazydaymycrazyway]

Bond: If you take a shot for every bad decisions you make, what state would you be in?

Albert: Sober

Bond: ...you seem to me to be the type of person to make a ton of them though

Moran: Oh yes he does. It's just he doesn't ever f**king get drunk

#yuukoku no moriarty #moriarty the patriot #james bond #bond #albert james moriarty #sebastian moran #moran #albert #albert is addicted to wine #he doesn't get drunk easily #so he continues to make bad decisions #upon bad decisions #incorrect quotes

[white-queen-lacus]

Yeah!!! I finally managed to write the prologue of a new Yuumori ff! 🤩🤩🤩 This time I want to write about Rapunzbert! 💖💖💖

#yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #albert james moriarty #how to get away with a wine-addict Rapunzel serial killer~ #I have an original character now #🤭💖💖 #I must draw her

[gh0st-author]

dress.

pairing: William James Moriarty x reader summary: Oh, tempting William was so deliciously amusing for you to do. To kindle the flame you knew was dancing behind his eyes, to fuel it in its confines and observe him attempting to conceal it and thaw it out.

tags: fluff, very suggestive (nothing explicit but it is heated)

warnings: as i said it is very suggestive, they also unalive a nobleman

A/N: so this wasn't originally meant to be posted, it was just something in my drafts, but since it happened to be William's birthday today i thought i might as well finish it. so happy birthday Liam here's your cake

Another glance in his direction, across the crowded hall. Another hidden smile from him. You knew you shouldn't; this game you were playing was too perilous, too dangerous. You weren't supposed to goad William like this. But you simply couldn't resist. Usually, you or Albert were the ones who found themselves at these events, because as the oldest brother he had too keep up the appearances most often, but this night was different. Tonight, William was present as well. He was right beside his brother, a picture-perfect gentleman, charming and captivating. It was an incredibly rare occurrence as he preferred to work behind the scenes, not really drawing attention to himself more than necessary. And unlucky for you, all your attention happened to be on him tonight, despite the risk of it endangering the mission. But it was too addicting. The music too sensual. The candlelight too dim. The perfumes too intoxicating. And the game you presented him with too enjoyable. Another taste of your wine. Another brush of his gaze. You needed to make sure that no one was the wiser to the desperation building beneath your skin. You were dancing around an open flame, stretching out your body above it, hoping to not get incarcerated by the proximity. Still, you couldn't be blamed, it was so rare for you to see your lover adorned so dashingly.

It was all subtle. Your glass against your lips. Your tongue lightly catching the droplets soaking them. His intense glance catching the act. And it was fun, so incredibly amusing to for once toy with him like this given the chance, to slowly gnaw away at his immaculate control that he prided himself on so and wore like a mask. You still remembered the words you whispered to him in the darkness of your bedroom earlier today, the memory of them flashing through your mind making your lips stretch into a devious grin. This is a secret, but my gown for tonight... it was bought specifically with you in mind. Much more than wearing it, I am anticipating what you will do with it later tonight after we return. You could still feel the tremble that raced down William's spine, could still hear his low, tortured groan and uneven whisper of: Do not tempt me, darling. Being aware of the effect you had on your lover and feeling the desire simmering between you too was heady, to say the least.

Alas, no matter how much you wanted to give into your desires, you were a performer, both for him and for the Lord you were tasked with distracting tonight. And a performer had to play her role outstandingly. Your secret moments and glances would have to stay just that— secret. For no one could know you were affiliated with him. You were just another face in the crowd, an unassuming bejeweled rose without thorns. These glimmering banquets were your battlefield, your wit and your charm your weapons, which you brandished flawlessly with every new job you were assigned by the brothers. Meeting William and working with him only served to hone them more— a simple touch here, a sweet whisper there, and your targets were putty under your fingers, ready to follow you wherever you wished. Which usually happened to be their untimely but deserved demise at the hands of you or one of the others from the group. And for as long as they and William had any use of you, you would continue to play your part in their plans without a fault.

Deciding against continuing this game between you two for now, you downed your glass and set out to find your target— Lord Brownlow. He was a local aristocrat rumored to kidnap young ladies from such events and traffic them on the black market. In other words, a perfect target to be bewitched and disposed of by you. After a quick search, you found him, surrounded by numerous important individuals. Even from where you were standing you could see his false smiles and his calculating glances to the women around him. Your act already in place, you sauntered over to him, gown swaying with your movements, your practiced smile of awe and admiration plastered on your face. "Lord Brownlow, a pleasure to meet you."

You were a novelty, a new interesting toy for him to play with. The conversation flowed from your lips effortlessly, each word a careful trap meant to ensnare the Lord's attention, to keep him guessing and wanting more. Each move a thought-out maneuver to entice him and cloud his judgment. You listened to his stories attentively, smiled and nodded when expected, and stroked his ego when he so wished. And what an ego he had. He was so filled to the brim with his own self-importance that he steered you around forcing you into a conversation with any noble he could, no doubt to brag about his own status and to show off how well off he was. Still, you participated beautifully, never letting your true nature show.

After who knows what number of nobles, he turned to you, still keen on continuing. "Do you mind if I introduce you to another one of my acquaintances?

You smiled at him mindlessly, feigned admiration painted across your features. As if you were truly interested in anything he had to say, hanging onto his every word. "None at all, Lord Brownlow. Please, lead the way."

Pleased with your apparent high regard for him and your respect, he hurriedly led you through the throngs of people, seeking out the aforementioned noble. Your gaze darted around, attempting to pinpoint the person in question. Only when his gait hastened with renewed purpose, having found who he was searching for, did you manage to catch a glimpse of the man that had caught his eye.

And...

Oh, well, who would've thought? It seemed that tonight was indeed your lucky night, for he was leading you straight to the object of your obsession tonight. You briefly considered the possibility of William having arranged this beforehand, but the look of delighted surprise on his face as you and the Lord neared him convinced you otherwise. So, a lucky coincidence it seemed. Or a fate-given opportunity? No, of course not. Even though it might not have been planned for him and the Lord to converse like this, it was far from a coincidence. You knew William and him were acquainted, but by the genuine eagerness with which Lord Brownlow was leading you to him, it seemed as if William took the phrase 'keep your friends close; keep your enemies closer' quite literally. Always aligning and governing his pawns, that cunning mind of his.

The Lord halted right in front of him, proudly puffing out his chest. No doubt, hoping to impress you with his arsenal of connections— with his importance. "This is Lord William Moriarty. Second son of the deceased Earl Moriarty. We met a short while ago and happened to become quite familiar with each other."

William turned to regard you fully, his scarlet gaze bright but betraying nothing. As you stood before him like this, you felt weirdly exposed, despite the opulent gown— or maybe exactly because of it. You arrived separately so as to not raise any suspicion so he didn't have the chance to admire you from up close. His face was a perfect polite mask, but you knew he was drinking up your visage like a man starved. Everywhere his gaze touched burned so pleasurably you never wished for it to stop. In fact, all of this silence and patience, waiting and pining in anticipation, made you more eager— made you crave more. You wanted him to trace wherever he looked with his hands, his lips. Your own hands were shaking from holding back from touching him.

Acting like the perfect pawn you were, you buried your need deep beneath your vast experience in lying and deceit, using it as a cover to dampen the inferno in you, and held out your hand courteously for him to kiss. Not a trace of a woman currently longing, yearning, craving. "I don't believe we have been acquainted, Lord Moriarty."

Never taking his eyes off yours, he raised your hand to his lips, leaving it there much longer than necessary. The kiss was almost a promise— or a threat. You weren't sure which. "Indeed we are not, I would have remembered a woman as stunning as you are."

You fought your instinctive pull to draw closer to him, to see just how close you could slot your body against his. To get lost in his knowing gaze. Instead, you chose to slowly pull your hand away and giggle behind it. "Oh, you flatter me, my Lord. I am sure someone of your caliber has ample choice of ladies aiming for your attention."

The smile he gave you was pure serpentine curling of the lips, the look in his eyes pure hunter regarding his prey. "I assure you, my attentions lay elsewhere."

My attention is only on you, his look seemed to say. Your heart stuttered in your chest, beating so loud you were afraid he and Lord Brownlow could hear it. So careful. They had to be so incredibly careful. They were threading a fine line, one misstep and it could all come crashing down around them.

"His attention is only always focused on his work, he never entertains the women around him." Lord Brownlow sighed, seemingly unaware of the building tension between you and William. A perfect figure of an older gentleman concerned for the youth, as if he was giving sound advice out of genuine benevolence. "Honestly, Lord Moriarty, you should follow your older brother's example. Now, Lord Albert knows how to entertain a lady. It's not a good idea for a noble gentleman such as yourself to always keep his head in the books."

William diverted his attention from you to the Lord, chuckling gently as if this entire meeting was just a pleasant interaction. A born noble navigating the labyrinth of high society magnificently. The irony was not lost on you. "I will keep your words in mind, Lord Brownlow."

It was getting harder and harder to keep focused with him so close, yet thoroughly out of reach. It was due time for you to leave and initiate the next phase of the plan. Deciding that one last stunt was in order, you grabbed your target's hand, feigning interest in him, but you were only looking at the man in front of you. "Lord Brownlow, I am sure Lord Moriarty knows how to entertain himself. What do you say we make our way to the dance floor." You ran your hand down the front of your dress as if showing it off, but in truth, you drew attention to the way the corset hugged your curves. "After all, I just bought this dress today, it would be a shame for me to wear it and not be seen dancing in it."

It was a momentary weakness, a flash of that fire in his eyes gone instantaneously, almost as fast as it appeared. Oh, he looked so composed yet his self-control was frying at the edges, unraveling thread by thread with each passing moment. He, too, played his role of a respectable noble magnificently, only the slight sharpening of his gaze and an almost imperceptible sly curling of his lips betraying his rapidly waning restraint.

You offered him your most innocent smile. "Please excuse us, Lord Moriarty." Your words were the sweetest nectar, a saccharine phrase dipped in venom. Another one of your baits successfully eaten, another one of your hooks digging into flesh. You suppressed your giggle as you gave a parting bow and pivoted to twine through the dense crowd with Lord Brownlow, embracing him and slotting yourself into a waltzing position. Oh, tempting William was so deliciously amusing for you to do. To kindle the flame you knew was dancing behind his eyes, to fuel it in its confines and observe him attempting to conceal it and thaw it out. Once again, this game you were playing was dangerous, but you were addicted to the thrill, and you suspected he was as well if the looks he was throwing your way as you glided around the room were any indication.

You felt his eyes on you even as you danced, gossamer and silk flowing around you in mesmerizing patterns. Even as you coyly slipped the slow-acting poison in the Lord's drink while no one was looking. Even as you silently snuck out of the room, vanishing as a phantom, before it took effect. You wouldn't be present when it all happened. A ghost, a shadow, leaving no trace behind. Exactly as William wanted.

Only when you finally arrived at their manor, obscured by the inky darkness of the night, did you let yourself breathe. The still air of your and William's bedroom greeted you pleasantly and you slowly made your way in, haphazardly discarding your numerous jewellery on the desk nearby along the way. Your body was still thrumming with adrenaline from a successful mission, but even more than that it was brimming with something deeper— more desperate. William and Albert would soon return to the estate now that the ball had been interrupted, and the fire that you had been suppressing the entire night threatened to burst out. You had no doubts he felt the same. The fun dance you two have been trapped in the entire night has finally reached its conclusion. The most delightful reward or the most delicious punishment— you wonder which one awaited you upon his arrival.

After what felt like an eternity, slow footsteps sounded in the hallway, unmistakably making their destination known, and the door creaked open almost soundlessly. Your spine tingled as he entered the room, yet you didn't spare him a glance, pretending to busy yourself with removing the accessories from your hair. "I assume everything went according to plan?"

His answering chuckle was accompanied by the rustle of clothes as he discarded his suit jacket. "Everything unfolded beautifully. No one seems to understand how the poison ended up in poor Lord Brownlow's drink." He threw you a conspiratorial grin. "After all, they were all too preoccupied later by the documents a servant managed to uncover in his room, detailing all his atrocities."

You nodded. The tension in the room was palpable, but neither of you wanted to interrupt this tentative stalemate you found yourself in. You were both content to wait the other out— another quick round of your game, this one much shorter and much less torturous. Only when the last accessory left your hair, the mass of it unraveling down your back, did you glance in his direction. "I seem to require some assistance with my dress"

With one hand you threw your hair over your shoulder, body trembling with anticipation as he leisurely made his way to you. It was almost agonizing really, the unhurried way in which his hands traced your arms and shoulder blades down to the corset, leaving in their wake a sea of goosebumps. His lips ghosted over the skin of your neck. "You looked ravishing tonight. I didn't have the opportunity to tell you sooner." His fingers made quick work of the lace and countless hidden clasps and buttons of your corset. "That was quite an ordeal you pulled."

You laughed, a little breathless. "Don't speak as if you didn't enjoy it."

William's lips pulled into a grin, lightly nipping your skin. "You wicked thing, I'm inclined to believe you enjoy tormenting me."

You gasped, leaning back closer to him. "Is it truly torment if I give you exactly what I promised?"

"After the torture you put me through I think I deserve at least some recompense for your actions." As you felt the dress slip from your shoulders, silky fabric sliding down and pooling around your feet, his lips caressed the skin of your shoulder. "And I must say the reward for my patience will be worthwhile indeed."

Delightful reward it was for tonight it seemed.

#moriarty the patriot #mtp william #mtp x reader #william james moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #william moriarty #yuumori #ynm #william james moriarty x reader #mtp

[tulipsforvin]

do u have any hcs for Albert's favorite positions in bed or ...kinks... i'm sure that man has a lot points and laugh aint no way i'm seeing that face having empty thoughts

✧ a/n: LMFAOO for some reason the way this req was written was so funny to me at first, it made my day so thank you

★ ALBERT'S FAV POSITIONS + KINKS

FAVOURITE SEX POSITIONS ☆

✦ this man absolutely loves taking his partners from behind. there's something about the deep arch in doggy style, face smushed against the plush pillows, ass raised up in the air and moans being muffled by the sheets underneath that gets him riled up.

he's always chuckling. he's watching his partner shiver and shudder down there while he pushes back his brown hair, teasing them. “haha, tired already?”

✦ he also enjoys how his partner rides him with their back faced to him — the jiggle of their ass when they move up and down, the slapping of skin against his own has him addicted. he likes palming them then.

✦ i feel like this man would also enjoy putting his partner in a mean, mean mating press occasionally. he can't help himself; his cock just reaches deeper, nestles and rubs against the deepest, warmest, most wet and sloppiest parts of his partner.

✦ albert is also quite fond of the 'upstanding citizen' position. when his partner's legs are wrapped around his waist, holding them up by strong arms while he mercilessly pounds into them; either pressed against the wall or in the air. he's quite proud of his back, which is why he loves when his partner's nails rake against it — all while moaning out his name.

HCs ON ALBERT'S KINKS ☆

✦ exhibitionism: i headcanon that albert is very territorial and possessive over things and people he's affectionate about. he wants to make sure everybody knows exactly who his partner belongs to — either that may be fucking them between thin walls, knowing people on the other side can hear the two or a little more openly to claim them as his.

one time he got jealous upon finding out that somebody had been flirting with his partner so he pounded into his partner loud enough so the other person could hear. he does not play about who belongs to him.

✦ sir/master kink: this man exudes dominance. but not the mean kind of dom, the softer—perhaps even the service top kind of dom.

there's just something about the way his partner says it, a embarassed stutter & soft hush in their voice that has his dick aching. “call me sir and as promised, i'll eat you out until you're screaming in pleasure.”

✦ sensory/temperature play: albert is over the moon when his partner agrees to this. the arch of their back as dark red wine slowly slithers it's way down from their chest to abdomen, soft gasps as they feel albert rub ice-cubes over their already sensitive and swollen nipples or lapping up the spilled wine from before — the foreplay is enough to have him humping the sheets just for any form of release.

✦ size kink: i'll bet my soul on this; albert is huge as fuck down there and i mean his zippers are holding back a goddamn monster (💀💀).

he likes having their small body under him, his hands gripping the flesh of your hips as he uses his partner like they're some sort of sex toy. the little bulge that forms on your lower abdomen only makes him harder.

#i wrote this yesterday #while i was high as hell #so apologies #if you find errors in this #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #albert james moriarty smut #albert james moriarty x you #albert james moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty #albert james moriarty x y/n #moriarty the patriot smut #yuukoku no moriarty smut

[beneathashadytree]

Hi! I love your writing! May I request NSFW alphabet with Albert? GN please. Since I keep seeing only for female readers.

NSFW ALPHABET - ALBERT MORIARTY HEADCANONS

Warnings : this is obviously NSFW, this isn’t proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : smut

Word count : 2.4K words (oops)

Additional notes : Thank you for requesting, anon! Also, don’t worry, my preference is for writing a gender-neutral reader, as stated in my rules and guidelines for requesting. All my previous NSFW Alphabets were for gn readers as well! Hope you enjoy this (late as I am posting this 🥲) 💗

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Masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Albert’s ideal picture of aftercare is—yes, you guessed it—cleaning up with a warm, damp towel, and then lounging in robes on the bed, glasses of wine in hand. He might ask Louis or Jack for a platter of freshly cut cheeses and fruits, since him using the kitchen would spell disaster.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He quite likes his back. He’d like to think of himself as decently strong, and he particularly loves it when his beloved rakes their nails down his back, drawing just the right amount of pain from him as he drives them mad with pleasure.

He’s completely spell-bound by their eyes. Whenever he’s languidly fucking them into the mattress, he loves the way their eyes waver with surprised pleasure as he fills them to the hilt. And when he’s mercilessly pounding into them, the way their glossy eyes roll back as tears fall down their cheeks has his own orgasm come crashing much faster than anticipated.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn’t know why, but he loves pumping his cock over the pretty arch of their back, spilling his release onto their soft skin. He always watches keenly as his cum trickles between their ass, marking them as his in a way only he could. He tends to cum a lot, and in thick ropes.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

As a man of such high standing in society, he’s always expected to be as prim and proper as could be. Sometimes, however, Albert feels daring enough to steal a pair of their favorite underwear and stuff it in his tailcoat pocket, leaning in to whisper the filthiest of things in his lover’s ear amidst a ball. People would never guess from the polite smile on his face just how lewd his honeyed words were.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, he’s quite experienced. Everyone had thrown themselves at his feet since his teenage years, regardless of their gender, and Albert was never too picky. He quite liked the idea of debauchery being offered to nobility. He was, however, an incredibly attentive lover, and always returned the favor tenfold. And somehow, his dalliances never held any ill-will towards him after he ended things, even choosing to remain good acquaintances afterwards.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

For reasons untold, he loved nothing more than taking his lover from behind, their head buried in a pillow and hands desperately clutching at the sheets, while his large palms held their hips down as he slammed over and over into them. The way their ass met his hips with each thrust was an addictive sight, one he could never get enough of.

Other than that, any position where he can see his lover’s bewitching eyes is an absolute yes for him. As long as he can see just how badly he affects them, and how addicted they are to the way he stretches them out, he’s more than satisfied.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s definitely quite serious, though he can never help the smirk that makes its way on his face whenever he finds them babbling senselessly at him with sheer pleasure. He’s not above chuckling if his beloved makes a lighthearted comment here and there, though, and he’d be sure to gently kiss them fondly as he does, before proceeding to push them closer to climaxing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Decently well-groomed. As a man who cares quite a bit for appearances, Albert never lets things get too unruly. He’s not overly concerned, though, and once he settles down with his beloved, he just tends to trim every now and then. His curls are only a little darker than his brown hair, and surprisingly soft.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

At first, with his passionate sessions, one would think that this was merely intense fucking, set by his unforgiving pace or his lazy but mind-blowing thrusts. But if they would look closely, they would notice the lovestruck look in his eyes that almost spelled obsession, or the tender kisses in between messy orgasms, or the attentive fingers that always found their most pleasurable spots. Caught on a sentimental day, he might even wax a little poetic while sheathed inside the warmth of their hole.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not all too often does he masturbate. While away on missions, he never really gets the time to himself to sit down and unwind like that. And when he’s at home, he never hesitates to tug his lover in a sensual kiss that was an invitation for a little fooling around in bed. If he ever does masturbate, it would once every couple of weeks, if his beloved is too exhausted to keep up with him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He’s definitely got quite a few. For one thing, he certainly enjoys some sensory play. Tying his lover up and blindfolding them, only to watch as they come undone with his touch alone… now that’s a treat.

He has quite the heavy marking kink. Seeing them sprawled over their messy bed, back covered in blooming purple marks and teeth marks on their neck, with his release puddling at the curve of their back; this has something feral awakening within him. His slight possessiveness means he adores letting others know they’re all his. And he’d love it just as much if they reciprocated the favor.

Albert also happens to be a big fan of cockwarming. If he’s locked up in the office for hours, he adores getting his darling to sit atop his lap, hole clenching around his length. In fact, it arouses him so much to the extent that he’d sometimes cum just from having their walls flutter around him just right.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed is definitely his number one favorite spot. He loves the idea of spending hours on end bringing each other to the heights of pleasure. He’s not opposed to a little fun in his office, as the earlier point explains. And if his sweet dirty-talk works too much like a charm at a social event, then they might just make use of the many bedrooms at that Lord’s manor.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Nothing gets him going like his lover wearing a little piece of lingerie. He doesn’t not have a single care for gender; as long as they’re wearing silk that leaves little to the imagination and feels heavenly to the touch, he’d grow instantly hard. And if he happens to dare to dress himself up in one of their own pieces, he could probably cum untouched. The luxurious material and the sensuality of it all drives him mad.

If they start acting like a pillow princex, he would absolutely wreck them. The brattiness and spoilt attitude has him wanting to “correct their ways”, so to speak, and there isn’t a single way better to do that than to stuff them full with his cock.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing is completely off the table. His possessiveness would never allow him to invite a third participant into their nightly (and daily) romps.

Though he does enjoy inflicting and receiving a little pain mixed in with the pleasure, he despises anything that would draw blood. He doesn’t really fancy it, reminding him too much of his job and missions.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Though he always, always, always insists on returning the favor, he still has a preference for receiving head. Can you blame him? His darling’s mouth just takes his cock so well, their lips stretched around him and drool escaping them as they struggled to swallow all of him. He might even indulge in a little face-fucking, reveling in their tears and throaty moans around him.

When it’s his turn to please them with his mouth, it feels heavenly. His lips are purely sinful, his tongue just how to swirl around their sensitive parts. He even lets a finger or two slip down and into their hole, lubricated by their own slick.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Albert often alternates between the two. Though he’s quite rough when it came to his love, and adores hearing them keen as they struggle to keep up with his pace and the overwhelming pleasure, he sometimes likes to hook their leg around his waist as they lie on their sides, and slowly roll his hips against theirs from behind, taking them leisurely but so good.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Somehow a huge fan but also hates them. He loves the idea of a quick fuck behind closed doors whenever he can, their rushed hands fumbling for purchase and their lips eagerly seeking his. However, he’s never satisfied with just one round, and is always ready and wanting for more. He’d much rather spend the entire day in bed with them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Albert’s willing to try everything at least once or twice. Once for indulging his beloved or himself, and once to form his opinion on it. He likes to incorporate new things into their sex life, never wanting their spark to ever die down (which is actually quite impossible, given how smitten he is by them).

As stated before, he’s more than ready to take them on the couch of some nobleman’s abandoned sitting room. The possibility of being walked on is always there, but the thrill of having his darling underneath him is way too enticing to deny that he simply just doesn’t care about getting caught.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could last forever if need be. Albert doesn’t tend to get exhausted quickly, and he’s quite insatiable. He might not always hold out on his orgasms on purpose, sometimes letting the pleasure wash all over him regardless of how long it took to get there. However, he’s always up for four rounds or more. He’s that insatiable. And if they ever can’t keep up, then oral sex is always on the table as a form of reprieve.

If inebriated, however, he never lasts long. It’s a little endearing honestly, how sloppy his rutting into them is, before he’s spilling his release inside them. Even when drunk, though, he makes sure to use his clumsier-than-usual fingers to help them reach orgasm too.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

During their periods of experimentation, Albert is likely to purchase all available toys to try on his sweetheart. He’s got the money for it, and he’s more than willing to spoil them wicked at night. In fact, one would say that he favors using toys whenever they can.

If his lover asked him to, he’d never deny them the pleasure of using said toys on himself. Though he tends to be the dominant one more often than not, the times they do want to try the toys out on him he’s more than compliant. He quite enjoys the new feelings, and considers it a healthy part of their sex life. Admittedly though, he can’t help but still try to be a little in control even then.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He could be quite horrid. Many a time did he push them to the brink of orgasm, only to leave them whining in frustration and begging for more. Other times he’s too caught up in the pleasure and too eager to stop them from hurtling towards a thrilling climax that has them crying out his name and digging their nails into his back or the mattress.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At the start of their going out, Albert was a groaner, hissing with pleasure as he digs his teeth into his bottom lip to avoid more vulnerable sounds from escaping him. As they grow closer as a couple and their relationship solidifies as a permanent one, he begins to let loose and moan with abandon. His voice is nice and rich, and when laced with pleasure, addictive to hear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This one was a little more embarrassing for them to discover, but he has a bit of an oral fixation. His lips are always latched on his darlings skin, teeth digging into their neck or grazing against their nipples. If his mouth finds its way to his lover’s chest, then it’ll be a long time before he stops sucking at their nipples. He only stops once they’re all swollen and sore.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s average-sized, not too big but not considered small either, standing at 5.5 inches when erect. He’s quite girthy though, and his lover struggles every time they take his fat cock with their hole or their mouth. Even their fingers have difficulty wrapping around him. It’s actually more arousing for him to see them struggling like that.

His cock has a little upward curve that really helps him hit the spot just right. Doesn’t flush too much though, just a little redder when he’s been edging himself for hours. He’s also got heavy balls that hang a little lower than expected.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Insatiable, but somehow also not. Honestly, if the opportunity presented itself, Albert would give in to his baser instincts and have entire sex marathons with them, the scent of sex permeating the room after hours of impassioned lovemaking. If his mind isn’t focused on sex and is currently busy with something else at the moment, then it is very unlikely that he’d yearn for it. Always down to fuck, but never particularly desperate for it.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Once their little aftercare session is done and over, he’d encourage them to clean each other up once more. He normally doesn’t fall asleep easily and actually suffers from a bit of insomnia, but after a particularly exhausting session he might feel a little tuckered out and fall asleep shortly after his lover does.

Taglist: @sherlockscumslut @lilias-highlights @whitecelluyu @wifeofkyojuro

#imagine #oneshot #fluff #anime #domestic #smut #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp #ynm #yuumori #albert #albert moriarty #albert x reader #albert smut #albert headcanons #headcanons #hcs #albert moriarty x reader #albert moriarty smut #albert moriarty headcanons #albert james moriarty #ynm albert #ynm albert moriarty #yuumori albert

[moranshand]

Things in Mtp/Ynm we need to talk more about:

• Louis without his glasses.

• Moran's and Bonde's relationship.

• How badass Ms. Hudson is.

• How much the Moriarty brothers, Moran, Bonde, Fred and Jack love eachother.

• John's angry issues.

• Mycroft's love for Sherlock.

• Louis' hate for Sherlock.

• Bonde looking more happy as James than as Irene.

• Albert's addiction to wine.

• Fred's good work for his age.

• How good Jack is for his age.

• How hot everyone is.

• VON HERDER!!!

#moran and bonde #sherlock holmes #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #john watson #louis james moriarty #ynm james bond #albert james moriarty #fred porlock #jack the ripper #miss hudson #von herder

[mishwanders]

Chapter Seventeen [No.031]: LOVE ADDICT

Pairing: Albert Wesker x GN!Cannibal Reader

Warnings: blood, smut, clawing, alcohol (for Wesker), biting

Summary: You get back home from the date and Wesker gives you a surprise gift.

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Once you’d eaten your fill for the night, the two of you made your way back home, back to his place. You followed Wesker inside and he asked you to wait in the living room while he went to retrieve a ‘surprise’. You smiled, shaking your head as he left. He’d filled this whole night with surprises, how many more tricks did he have up his sleeve?

Apparently a lot, because you could smell the sweet scent of him mixed with the smell of blood coming from the cup in his hand. Your eyes were staring down at it, mouth watering as the scent grew closer, filling your body with excitement, enticed by it. You looked at him with surprise, seeing him take a drink out of the other glass that was filled with wine. He handed the blood filled one to you.

“Go ahead, take it.” He coerced, “It’s your surprise.”

You did as he asked, holding the glass in your hands. You brought it up closer to your nose, inhaling the aroma dancing on the surface, feeling it flood your system, bringing those urges back to the surface where they so desperately wanted to be. It was divine - what you would have considered heaven on earth.

You noticed that Wesker had already sat down on the couch in front of you, feeling his hand sliding up the back of your leg, gently pulling you to him. You smiled as you decided to give him what he wanted, climbing over him, straddling his lap. He cocked his eyebrow at you, taking another drink of his wine.

“What’s wrong? Not pleased with it?” He asked

“No, that’s not the problem.” You replied, “It smells divine. But I want to know, who did you get this from?”

He relaxed back against the leather seat, a grin pulling at his lips as he looked at you.

“Why don’t you take a guess.”

“I have an idea.” You said, moving in closer to him, lips barely brushing up against his.

“But I want to hear it from your lips.”

You could see him getting flustered at your sudden movement, the sound of your voice. You could already feel him stirring underneath you, getting harder the longer you stayed this close to him. You enjoyed teasing him like this, wanting to know how long it would take before he broke.

“It’s my blood.” He confessed, “You’ve said yourself, I smell divine, but I wanted to know if I taste that way too.”

You chuckled at him, sitting back as you trailed a hand down the shirt along his chest, bringing the glass up to your nose again, inhaling it once more. God, why did he have to smell so good?

“I can’t promise that I’ll be able to restrain myself after this.” You confessed

He smirked at you.

“Who said I wanted you to?”

You looked down at him with surprise. You couldn’t believe he just said that to you. He didn’t know what he was asking for, what hell would be unleashed upon his body by your hands. You wouldn’t kill him, no that was not the intention. You wanted him in every other way, body and soul, carnally, forever intertwined with you. Your body had craved him terribly, and you knew that the second you let go, there would be no stopping yourself. He was going to be yours no matter what.

There would be nowhere for him to run and hide from you once you did.

You brought the glass up to your lips, feeling the warm blood sneak past, the sweet metallic taste of him dancing on your tongue, seeping down your throat as it filled you with life and lust that you had yet to experience from anyone else. He said he’d been molded to perfection and you could taste every bit of that in his blood, moaning in pleasure as it made its way through your body. To you, his blood was the ambrosia of the undead. You wanted to drink more, to fill your body in its entirety with it, allow your urges to take control, but you didn’t know how much restraint you would have over yourself if you continued, if you downed it all in one go. So you quickly pulled it away, panting as the remains trickled down the corner of your lip. You felt Wesker reach his hand up to your face, catching the blood before it fell on your clothes. He trailed it back upwards to your lips with his thumb. You could see him watching in delight as you wrapped your lips around him, sucking off the remains of his blood, teeth grazing against the surface of his skin, tongue dragging along his soft skin before you released him.

He looked at you with a lust filled gaze and you watched as his breath grew faster, chest reaching towards you with each passing moment. You couldn’t help but wonder if these were his own animalistic urges coming to the surface, knowing that he was hungry for your body and what was left of your soul. He finished off the rest of his wine in his glass, grabbing hold of your glass, and placing them both on the coffee table behind you. You watched as he brought his hand back, now covered in blood as he smeared it across his lips, across his face, staring up at you, challenging you, wanting to see what exactly you would do next.

You were completely taken aback by his action, feeling yourself growing more heated by the second. You stared at him wantingly, mouth agape, body begging you to taste it on him, to take him, to have him as your own. But you continued to restrain yourself, afraid of causing him harm.

“What if I hurt you?” you asked, barely a whisper.

That’s when he grinned at you.

“Go ahead.” he said, “I’m not afraid of the Devil’s teeth.”

That was it - that was everything you needed to hear. The rational mind inside had completely left you to every other urge, every desire that resided in your body. Your hands found their place against his neck, clawing down his throat and chest as you pulled him into you, sloppily kissing him, licking up the remains of his blood, whimpering against the surface of his skin as your body begged for more. You could feel his hands gripping onto you tightly, roaming around your body in a desperate attempt to get you undressed. You began to grind down onto him, already knowing how hard he was beneath, but just trying to coerce some kind of a reaction out of him.

That’s when you heard a moan escape him. It was deep and wanting as it vibrated through his throat, feeling it on your lips, on your hands.

It was so fucking hot.

You felt him push you away, trying to separate your lips from his. You figured he had something he needed to say or maybe a moment to breathe, so you reluctantly allowed him to leave the hold you had on him.

“Take your drink and go upstairs.” He said, painting, “I’ll be right behind you.”

You didn’t want to leave him, you wanted to keep going, but you had to force yourself to stop, knowing that he wanted to take this somewhere that would be more comfortable for the both of you. So you kissed him one last time before sliding off of his lap and picking up the bloody drink, and did as you were told.

You didn’t have to wait long before he finally came up to the room. You could see he had the remains of the blood in an IV bag, placing it down on the dresser. You smiled at him before taking another long sip of the dark liquid, feeling the pleasure fill your body. You looked at him with lust and longing. You wanted him, craved him. Your body was begging to have him, to feel him against you.

You couldn’t believe any of this was happening at what he was turning you into. It was like every animalistic urge you had was becoming mixed with the other, becoming one in your body and mind. There was nothing rational about it, just a deep seated need for him.

“Come here.” You instructed, putting down the glass and holding out your hand to him.

He did as you asked and you pulled him over to you, letting one of your hands find its place on his shoulder, eyes staring into his own with all the adoration you could muster.

“I want you so badly.” You confessed, “Entirely, wholly mine.”

He grinned at you again. You knew he enjoyed hearing every word, but you knew he’d enjoy finding out the truth through your actions so much more.

“Then have me.” He said, “I’m irrevocably yours.”

You pulled him into you, lips crashing into the others, hands searching each other, finally doing the work of removing the clothes off of one another until you were left with nothing else but bare skin. You traced your hands along his back, clawing at his skin as he pressed his body against yours, sliding his hands down the edges of your body, groping at every dip and curve until they found their place against your thighs. He gripped onto them, picking you up and moving you to the bed.

You could feel the cold sheets on your back, arching up closer to him for warmth, his body more inviting. You felt his chest press down against yours, pushing you back into the bed. You decided not to fight him on it and just let it be for now. He left your lips empty of his, causing you to let out a frustrated groan. He chuckled at your reaction, looking down at you in delight.

“Don’t worry.” He said, “I’ll take care of you.”

He placed one more kiss on your lips and began trailing them down your body. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of his teeth grazing against you, biting down into the soft skin of your neck, shoulder, and chest. He continued his way down until he found his place in between your legs, pulling you closer to him. You could see him staring back at you from the edge of the bed, eyes watching you like a predator ready to eat its prey.

Oh how quickly the tables had turned.

You felt his lips connect with your body again, hot breath sending a shiver up your spine as his tongue began to glide around your sensitive skin. It felt so good, yet so foreign all at once. You attempted to pull away at the sensation, but his hands were at your hips, pulling you closer to him, keeping you in your place. With every movement and every touch he made on your skin fueled you with excitement. You couldn’t help but let the moans escape you as he continued his torrentful stint of pleasure on you, coercing you to break for him, knowing he wanted to watch you crumble to pieces on his lips.

God was he merciless.

You reached your hands down to him, grabbing hold of his wrists tightly, feeling your orgasm building up inside of you. You continued to pant, to moan out his name like a loud prayer, shouting at a god who you knew would never show you mercy.

You were scared of losing control in this state, afraid that you might break his head or his neck with your legs. He might have considered that a good way to go, but there was no way in hell you were going to lose him like that. Allowing him to have this type of power over you in your state scared you, it was absolutely terrifying no matter how good it felt or how much fun it was. You had to stop him, so you pulled his hands away from you and pinned them down to the bed.

“Stop, stop - please.” you begged

He immediately stopped at the sound of your strained and scared voice, looking up at you concerned.

“Are you alright?” He asked, the worry heavily laced in his tone.

“Y-Yeah.” You replied, panting. “Just please, come here.”

He did exactly that, crawling back onto the bed, laying beside you. He could see the fear in your eyes, hanging heavily over your expression. He knew exactly what was going on in your head without you even having to speak another word about it.

“You’re scared of losing control.” He stated, reaching his hand up to your face, caressing your cheek.

You allowed him to touch you again, finding comfort in the gentleness of it in the midst of your fears. You closed your eyes and nodded.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You confessed

“Then take control if you’d like.” He said

You opened your eyes in surprise at his words. Was he really going to allow you to take control? You knew he could see the shock of his statement, watching his eyes as he spoke to you, looking for any hint of a lie.

“I don’t want you to have to restrain yourself with me - not now, not ever.”

You could see that he was serious, only the truth being spoken, being shown. He pulled you into a kiss and you melted into it, feeling the tension in your body slowly begin to melt away as you tasted him on your lips, feeling all of the desire for him pulling at you once again.

You rolled him onto his back straddling over his hips, grinding down against him, hearing him groan at the pressure. He reached a hand to your hip, the other fumbling around with the bedside drawer. He finally got it open, grabbing out a bottle of lube and handing it to you. You quickly poured some into your hand, sliding down to his thighs as you took him into your hand, stroking him. You watched as his head fell back to the bed, muscles rippling in response, his hands gripping the sheets, eyes closed as he whispered out a curse.

You felt a smile tug at your lips. You couldn’t help it, he looked so god damn good like this.

You hovered over him again, lips close to his, being able to smell the faint scent of the wine and blood on his breath as you finally slid down on him. That’s when his eyes snapped back open, his hands grabbing hold of your body, arms wrapped around you, pressing your body against his own. His lips found their place on yours, each one more desperate from the last. You no longer wondered if he craved you the way you did for him. You could feel it in the fiber of his being, in every touch, in every sound. He was just as lost in you as you were in him, searching for an anchor in one another, a place to take hold of in the midst of every emotion that was rising with both of you.

You started out slow with each movement and he was already vocal. The moans were spilling past his lips, your name laced within each one. You couldn't help but wonder just how long he’d been thinking about this, how long he wanted this.

How long he wanted you.

Each sound spurred something within you, pulled at your animalistic urges, wanting to hear more. You placed your hands onto his shoulders, digging into the soft skin as you began to bounce up and down on his cock. He felt so fucking good to you, stretching you out in all of the right ways. You whimpered at the sensation of him hitting you in the right spot, his hands roaming around your hips, your ass, your thighs - unable to find just one place to stay. You knew he was enjoying it, feeling just as good by the way he looked up at you - his eyes showing you emotions you’d never seen from him before.

You liked it - you liked the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he said your name like it was a whispered prayer - like you weren’t a devil who could tear into him, but an angel of his dreams.

Why couldn’t you be both?

Devil’s were just fallen angels anyway - they were one in the same.

You could see all of the adoration he had for you in his eyes as he stared up at you, watching you intently as you pleasured him and yourself. You would have been embarrassed if it were anyone else, but because it was him - he knew how to keep you hanging onto every lingering glance, every word he spoke to you, pulling you along because you were his and he was yours.

You two would always be intertwined after this moment, you knew that for a fact, and you didn’t mind.

Because it was him.

You moved your hands off of him and looked at him apologetically, noticing the claw marks you’d left on his skin. You leaned down closer into him, burying your face into the sheets, your hands intertwined with his. You continued to ride him, chasing after the urge, the need, the desire to just fucking let go. You knew he was able to open doors for you, this would just be another one he’d unlock and pull you through.

“Kiss me.”

You looked at him, mouth agape, painting, and unsure that you heard him correctly. You could see his lip was bleeding - and you didn’t know if you caused that or if he did.

“Kiss me.” He said once more, “Don’t make me ask again, pet.”

You weren’t going to deny him any longer, planting your lips on his, feeling the blood on your lips, tasting it on your tongue. You moaned into it, even this tasted delicious and divine. God who gave him the right to be like this?

It was a good thing he was yours - entirely, irrevocably yours.

It didn't take you much longer before you felt your release, grip growing tighter in his hands, legs shaking around him as you whimpered into his lips, tasting him on your tongue. If heaven was real, then this was yours because nothing could feel better than the way he made you in this moment. And it didn’t stop there. Once he was able to get his hands out of your grasp, he took hold of your hips again, pressing your chest against his as he began to take you from below, chasing his own release now.

You laid there on top of him, body weak, allowing him to have control over you once again. You knew you couldn’t hurt him now in this state, and fuck did it feel good to just let go and allow for it to just happen, to just be. Soon you felt his hips stutter against you, the warm sensation inside of you as he filled you up. The two of you both collapsed from exhaustion. You heard him chuckle in your ear, feeling his arms wrapping around you.

“Let’s get cleaned up.” He said, “How does a bath sound?”

You smiled at him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“It sounds delightful.”

Chapter Sixteen: Mx. Sinister

Chapter Eighteen: Bound

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[brookston]

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PSRP Day (Illinois) [3rd Wednesday]

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Thanks, Birth Control Day [3rd Wednesday]

World COPD Day (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease) [3rd Wednesday]

Independence Days

Northern Cyprus (from Cyprus, 1983) [partially recognized]

Palestine (Unilaterally declared, 1988)

Republic Proclamation Day (Brazil)

Feast Days

Abibus of Edessa (Christian; Saint)

Albert the Great (Christian; Saint)

Awkwardly Honest Day (Pastafarian)

Birsa Munda Jayanti (Parts of India)

Caius of Korea (Christian; Blessed)

Celtic Advent {Pagan) [40 Days Until Xmas]

Descending Day of Lord Buddha (Bhutan)

De Witt (Positivist; Saint)

Didier of Cahors (Christian; Saint)

Eugonius (Christian; Saint)

Francis Asbury and George Whitefield (Episcopal Church)

Gertrude (Christian; Saint)

Gilles de Raid Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Hugh Faringdon (Christian; Blessed)

Leopold III (Christian; Saint) [Lower Austria and Vienna]

Malo (a.k.a. Male or Maclou; Christian; Saint)

Mechell (Christian; Saint)

Mr. Pelican (Muppetism)

Nidhogg’s Blot (Pagan)

Philip the Apostle (Christian; Saint)

Prophet’s Birthday (Mouloud; Shi’a Muslims) [17th of Rabi’al-awwal]

Sigid (Ethiopian Jewish) [Cheshvan 29]

Wayne Thiebaud (Artology)

Zachariah (Christian; Saint)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Perilous Day (13th Century England) [28 of 32]

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Very Unlucky Day (Grafton’s Manual of 1565) [52 of 60]

Premieres

Alice Hunting in Africa (Disney Cartoon; 1924)

Alice Rattled by Rats (Disney Cartoon; 1925)

At Last!, by Etta James (Album; 1960)

Black Wings Has My Angel, by Elliott Chaze (Novel; 1953)

Charlie’s Angels (Film; 2019)

CrazySexyCool, by TLC (Album; 1994)

Dear Mr. Watterson (Documentary Film; 2013)

Death in Captivity, by Michael Gilbert (Novel; 1952)

Electric Holiday (Disney Cartoon; 2012)

The English Patient (Film; 1996)

Ford v. Ferrari (Film; 2019)

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, by Anita Loos (Novel; 1925)

Gopher Broke (WB LT Cartoon; 1958)

The Great Hunt, by Robert Jordan (Novel; 1990) [Wheel of Time #2]

Having a Rave Up with the Yardbirds, by the Yardbirds (Album; 1965)

Hollywood Babylon, by Kenneth Anger (Gossip Book; 1965)

I Bet You Think About Me, by Taylor Swift (Song; 2021)

Jungle Rhythm (Disney Cartoon; 1929)

Licensed to Ill, by the Beastie Boys (Album; 1985)

The Lord of the Rings (Animated Film; 1978)

Love Me Tender (Film; 1956) [Elvis Presley #1]

Nebraska (Film; 2013)

Offering (a.k.a. Ticket to Ride), by The Carpenters (Album; 1969)

Rabbit’s Kin (WB MM Cartoon; 1952)

Rio Grande (Film; 1950)

The Saint Goes On, by Leslie Charteris (Short Stories; 1934) [Saint #15]

Saturday Night Fever, by the Bee Gees (Soundtrack Album; 1977)

Somebody To Love, recorded by Jefferson Airplane (Song; 1966)

Space Jam (WB Animated Film; 1996)

Steel Magnolias (Film; 1989)

Strawberries Oceans Ships Forest, by The Fireman (Album; 1993) [Paul McCartney]

Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo (Film; 1944)

Tom & Jerry: Snowman’s Land (WB Animated Film; 2022)

The Undiscovered Self, by C.G. Jung (Philosophical Theory; 1958)

Today’s Name Days

Albert, Leopold, Leopoldine (Austria)

Albert, Berto, Paulin, Sidonija (Croatia)

Leopold (Czech Republic)

Leopold (Denmark)

Vaige, Vaigi, Vaike, Vaiki (Estonia)

Janette, Janika, Janina, Janita (Finland)

Albert, Arthur, Léopold, Malo, Victoire (France)

Albert, Leopold, Leopoldine, Nikolaus (Germany)

Albert, Lipót (Hungary)

Alberto (Italy)

Leopolds, Lipsts, Unda, Undīne (Latvia)

Albertas, Leopoldas, Vaidilas, Žadvydė (Lithuania)

Oddfrid, Oddvar (Norway)

Albert, Alberta, Albertyna, Artur, Artus, Idalia, Leopold, Leopoldyna, Przybygniew, Roger (Poland)

Paisie (Romania)

Leopold (Slovakia)

Alberto, Eugenio, Leopoldo (Spain)

Leopold (Sweden)

Leopold, Leopolda, Leopoldo, Leopoltine, Talia, Thalia (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 319 of 2024; 46 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 3 of week 46 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Ngetal (Reed) [Day 16 of 28]

Chinese: Month 10 (Gui-Hai), Day 3 (Ding-Chou)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 2 Kislev 5784

Islamic: 2 Jumada I 1445

J Cal: 19 Mir; Fiveday [19 of 30]

Julian: 2 November 2023

Moon: 6%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 11 Frederic (12th Month) [De Witt]

Runic Half Month: Nyd (Necessity) [Day 5 of 15]

Season: Autumn (Day 53 of 89)

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 23 of 29)

#Holidays

[hope-and-roll]

Tom Ruewen

"The measure of intelligence is the ability to change." _ Albert Einstein 

- Tom Terry Oliver Ruewen - Né le 10 mars 2032 - Next-Gen - Anglais, avec des origines américaines et françaises - Sang-Pur - Hétérosexuel  - Serdaigle, Poudlard - Histomage  - Né-Animagus renard des neiges, possède le Don d'Envoûtement mais n'en aura jamais conscience, ce qui limitera son charmspeak à l'influence innée  - Dylan Sprayberry. ~ Fils d'Oliver Ruewen et d'Aurélie Becker ~ Frère aîné d'Aislinn Ruewen ~ Petit-fils d'Arthur et Grace Ruewen (née Underwood) et de Tom Skyberry et Anna Becker ~ Arrière-petit-fils d'Emmett et Jane Ruewen (née Baker), Allison Underwood, Joshua et Scarlett Skyberry (née Merigold) et de Liam et Amalia Becker (née Stevenson) ~ Père de Jack et Calypso Ruewen * Meilleur ami de Jonathan Ames, Ariane Smith, Clem Amsel-McAnner et Evan Richards (formaient un groupe à Poudlard) * Ex de Dalia Scamander, avec qui il est sorti de ses 14 à ses 17 ans * Ami d'Ariane Hollister à Poudlard, sera son petit-ami (et mari) de ses 22 à 33 ans  * Ami proche de Rhéane Petrova-Woodley depuis Poudlard, a eu des sentiments pour elle plusieurs fois au cours de sa vie, sera son mari de ses 37 ans à sa mort Trivia :  - Patronus : renard - Epouvantard : l'eau - Meilleur élève de sa promotion, très ambitieux et perfectionniste, bourreau du travail  - Jaloux de sa petite soeur Aislinn, qui a une mémoire photographique  - A commencé à dessiner à l'âge de 6 ans, dans une tentative d'être meilleur qu'Aislinn dans un domaine  - Se compare toujours aux autres - Ne suit que les règles qu'il trouve légitime, en héritage de sa mère  - Adore les archives de la bibliothèque, a trouvé un moyen de s'y glisser sans demander d'autorisation au bibliothécaire  - A l'âge de 8 ans, alors que la famille Ruewen était en vacances à la mer, il a énervé sa soeur pour une bêtise. Aislinn a alors involontairement utilisé son charmspeak sur lui en lui intimant d'"aller se noyer". Tom ne put pas résister à sa voix, et nagea au loin. Il fut sauvé par ses parents, mais souffrit d'un stress post-traumatique qui dura plusieurs années. Depuis, il a rationalisé et s'est dit que c'était juste la manifestation des pouvoirs de sorcière de sa soeur. Cet épisode les a éloignés.  - Phobie de l'eau, ne sait pas nager  - Déteste les surnoms, même si tout le monde l'appelle Tommy  - A appris l'Occlumancie à l'âge de 18 ans  - Ne saura jamais qu'il possède le pouvoir du charmspeak  - Très romantique et fleur-bleue  - A souffert d'une longue dépression après sa relation toxique avec Dalia Scamander - Addict au café et au chocolat - Déteste les mensonges et manipulations, est lui-même très honnête  - Déteste les jeux vidéo, contrairement à Aislinn  - Adore la science moldue  - Végétarien depuis l'âge de 14 ans - Se parle souvent à lui-même, et même dans son sommeil  - Dort très mal, a toujours un rythme de sommeil très décalé  - Parle espagnol (14 ans), italien, français (20 ans) et grec (26 ans) + notions de latin (dès 12 ans, passionné par cette langue)  - Peut se révéler très cynique, juge beaucoup les autres - Tient à sa routine  - Passionné d'histoire antique 

Playlist :  Tom à environ 23 ans, après sa dépression : Achilles come down - Gang of youths Cross you out - Charli XCX & Sky Ferreira

Théane (Tom Ruewen x Rhéane Petrova-Woodley)  Do I wanna know - Arctic Monkeys Tom à Rhéane :  I wanna be yours - Arctic Monkeys  Ariam (Ariane Smith x Tom Ruewen) :  Do me a favour - Arctic Monkeys  Tom à Ariane :  Find my way back - Eric Arjes It won't work - Gracie Adams Ariane à Tom :  Lost on you - LP Tom à Dalia : 

Alrighty Aphrodite - Peach pit  Cherry Wine - Hozier  Fight or flight - Conan Gray  Cellophane - fka twigs

#Ruewen #Becker #Next-Gen #Poudlard #Serdaigle #2031-2032 #Skyberry

[albertfinch]

Faith Makes Room For God's Extravagance

John 2:3-5 - When the wine was gone, Jesus' mother said to him, "They have no more wine."

"Why do you involve me?" Jesus replied, "My time has not yet come." His mother said to the servants, "Do whatever he tells you."

Jesus attended a wedding where they ran out of wine. As yet He hadn't performed any of the wonders for which He would later become known.

Mary knew who her Son was and what was possible.....her faith so touched the heart of the Father that He apparently changed the chosen time to unveil Jesus as the miracle worker. Her faith just made room for the extravagance of God!

Faith moves heaven, so that heaven will move earth.

Psalm 78:23-25 - "Yet He commanded the clouds above, and opened the doors of heaven; And He rained down manna upon them to eat, and gave them food from heaven. Man did eat the bread of angels; He sent them food in abundance."

As we read in John 6:31-35, Jesus is the manna from heaven. We must have a fresh encounter with Him, every day, and we must partake of Him every day.

We should be more addicted to the Son of God than a junky is for His next fix.

If a junky does not get His fix He will soon begin to shake. Most of the shaking we go through in life is the result of our not having partaken of Christ, every day.

We, too, lose our spiritual strength, our vision, and soon go into spiritual convulsions when we do not partake of Him.

Sign-up on the Albert Finch Ministry web-site for more teachings:

[ask-albert-vanderboom]

//I had wine for the first time, and that stuff is absolutely horrible. I cannot imagine giving that to a NEWBORN to drink. Mary, James, the both of you are going to Bad Parent Prison.//

#Rusty lake #rusty lake roots #albert Vanderboom #samsara's room #Mary I understand that you couldn't produce enough milk for triplets #BUT WINE IS NOT THE WAY #Albert probably either had an addiction to it or a strong adversion when he was older

[bboyplankton]

2021 Playlist

1.Adele – My Little Love

2.Alina Baraz – I Could Imagine

3.Allyn – Upside Down

4.Anthony Hamilton – I Thought We Were In Love

5.Arlo Parks – Too Good

6.Aviino – Bloom

7.Baby Keem feat. Travis Scott – Durag Activity

8.Bathe – Pull Up

9.Belly feat. Moneybagg Yo – Zero Love

10.Big Sean & Hit-boy – The One

11.Blackbear feat. Tate McRae – U love U

12.Blu – Blu(e)r Than Blu(e)

13.Blu – Blu(e) World

14.Boldy James & The Alchemist – Flight Risk

15.Brandy Haze – Unfortunate

16.Brandy Haze – Waiting

17.Bren Jones – IDGAF

18.Bren Jones – Mrs. Jones

19.Bunji Garlin, Stadic, & Johnny Blaze – Trini Lingo

20.Casey Veggies feat. D Smoke – Goal Digger

21.Celeste – Love Is Back

22.Celeste – Tonight Tonight

23.Charlotte Day Wilson feat. Syd – Take Care of You

24.Citizens Worship – Heaven Comes Down

25.Cleo Sol – Spirit

26.Conor Albert & Mac Ayers – Moonlight

27.Conway the Machine feat. Ludacris & JID – Scatter Brain

28.Curren$y feat. Fendi P – Bad Decisions

29.Curtisay – Uptown Madness

30.Czarface & MF Doom – This is Canon Now

31.Dave East & Millyz – Pablo & Blanco

32.Dayglow – Close to You

33.Dayglow – Moving Out

34.Destin Conrad – In the Air

35.Dexta Daps feat. Drumma Boy – WiFi

36.Dixson – Heaven With You

37.DMX feat. Snoop Dogg – Take Control

38.Dom Kennedy – Star Baby

39.Don Toliver – Swangin’ On Westheimer

40.Donnell Jones – Karma (Payback)

41.Drake feat. Project Pat & 21 Savage – Knife Talk

42.D Smoke – Mind My Business

43.D Smoke – Shame On You

44.D Smoke – Stay True

45.Duckwrth – No Chill

46.Duckwrth – Slow Motion

47.Duke Deuce feat. A$AP Ferg – Fell Up In the Club

48.Duke Deuce – Move

49.DVSN & Ty Dolla $ign feat. Mac Miller – I Believed It

50.Elhae – Face

51.Elhae – I Can See

52.Emanuel feat. Dylan Synclair – Hindsight

53.Eric Bellinger & Hitmaka – Passionate

54.Eric Bellinger – Lava Lamps

55.Flozigg – 4Life

56.Freddie McGregor – Jah Love

57.Gallant – Comeback

58.G Herbo – Loyalty

59.G Herbo & Hit Boy feat. Bump J – Revolutionary

60.Ginjah – Chillin

61.Gotham, Talib Kweli, & Diamond D feat. Busta Rhymes – The Quiet One

62.Guapdad 4000 & !llmind – Catching Bodies

63.H.E.R. – Cheat Code

64.H.E.R. – Hold On

65.Hiatus Kaiyote – Chivalry is Not Dead

66.Illiterate feat. Josh Wells – Leafy

67.India Shawn feat. 6lack – Not Too Deep

68.J. Cole – The Climb Back

69.J. Cole – Close

70.Jael feat. Latanya Alberto - Comfortable

71.Jael – Unworthy

72.Jagwa De Champ – Active

73.Jake & Papa feat. Nola J & Hi-Tone – Black & Brown

74.James Vickery – All That I Am

75.Jaz Elise feat. Mortimer – After 3

76.Jazmine Sullivan – Put It Down

77.Jesse Royal – Home

78.Jesse Royal – Natty Dread

79.JMSN – Secret Garden

80.Joell Ortiz – Sincerely Yours

81.John Mayer – New Light

82.JoJo – Anxiety (Burlinda’s Theme)

83.JoJo – B.I.D.

84.Jo Mersa Marley & Black Am I – No Way Out

85.Jorja Smith – Time

86.Jordan Hawkins – Heart Won’t Stop

87.Jordan Hawkins – What We Have

88.Joyce Wrice – Addicted

89.Joy Crookes – Feet Don’t Fail Me Now

90.Kara Marni – Close

91.K Camp – Mama

92.Kelly Rowland – Black Magic

93.Kenyon Dixon – Hard Way

94.Kenyon Dixon – Switch

95.Kenyon Dixon – Tithes

96.Key Glock – Juicemane

97.Khalid feat. Quin – Brand New

98.Kyle Dion – Cookie

99.Kyle Dion – I Could Be Your Girlfriend

100.Larry June – Escrows and Orange Juice

101.Larry June – Iced Coffee

102.Leon Bridges – Magnolias

103.Leon Bridges – Steam

104.Lil Nas X feat. Elton John – One of Me

105.Lil Wayne & Rich the Kid – Bleedin’

106.Lloyd Banks – Commitment

107.Lloyd Banks – Death by Design

108.Logic – God Might Judge

109.Loop Schrauber – Bud

110.Mac Ayers – Every Time

111.Mac Ayers – Nothing Else

112.Machael Montano feat. J-Stylz & Teddy Riley – I Do

113.Machael Montano feat. Afro B – Slow Wine

114.Madison Beer – Stay Numb And Carry On

115.Maeta – Habits

116.Majid Jordan – Sweet

117.Malia – Deep Blue

118.Marc E. Bassy – No Perfect Time

119.Mariah the Scientist – Brain

120.Maroon 5 feat. Blackbear – Echo

121.Megan Thee Stallion – Meg’s Piano

122.Michael Buckley – My Way

123.Mickey Factz feat. Blu, Nottz, Fashawn, Oswin Benjamin – One

124.Migos feat. Youngboy Never Broke Again – Need It

125.Migos – Menace

126.Miguel – Thinking Out Loud

127.Moneybagg Yo – If Pain Was A Person

128.Moneybagg Yo feat. Pharrell Williams – Certified Neptunes

129.Montell Fish – Can’t Get Enough

130.Moonga K. – honeybee

131.Nao – Little Giants

132.Nao feat. Lianne La Havas – Woman

133.Nas – Store Run

134.Nas – The Truth

135.Nbdy – Missing Sumthin’

136.Norelle – Back Into You (Triggers)

137.Otis Kane – Keeps Me Going

138.Otis Kane – Lost

139.Patrice Roberts feat. Ricardo Drue – Toxic Love

140.Payroll Giovanni feat. Mack Nickels & Cashout Calhoun – Closer 2 The Plug

141.Phabo – Local

142.Phabo – Polaris

143.PinkPanthress – Pain

144.Pink Sweat$ – Heaven

145.Pink Sweat$ – Pink Money

146.Popcaan – Good Only

147.Pop Smoke feat. The Neptunes, Pusha T, Beam, Travi – Top Shotta

148.Pressure feat. Adrian Donsome Hanson – Likes of Jah

149.Prince – When She Comes

150.Problem Child – Crocodile

151.Robin Thicke – Look Easy

152.Roe – Fun N Games

153.Romero Mosley feat. Lorine Chia – Stained

154.Rotimi – Decide

155.Rotimi feat. Busy Signal – Fiction

156.Russ feat. Big Sean, Wale, Joey Bada$$, & Hit-Boy – Note to Self

157.Russ feat. The Game – Nothin New

158.Sammy Johnson – It’s Alright

159.Sean Paul & Buju Banton – Crazy

160.Sevyn Streeter – Taboo

161.Shelley FKA DRAM – Beautiful

162.Shelley FKA Dram feat. Summer Walker – All Pride Aside

163.Silk Sonic – Put On A Smile

164.Sinead Harnett – Like This

165.Sinead Harnett – Stay

166.Sinead Harnett feat. Masego & VanJess– Stickin’

167.Skepta feat. Teezee & Kid Cudi – Peace of Mind

168.Sky – done

169.Skylar Stecker – FWY

170.Snoh Aalegra feat. Tyler, the Creator – In the Moment

171.Snoh Aalegra – In Your Eyes

172.Squid – Ah Killa

173.Stargate Backing Band & Prince Levy – Vows – Piano Version

174.Stokley feat. H.E.R. – Rush

175.Stokley – Voodoo

176.Summer Walker – Constant Bullshit

177.Summer Walker feat. Ari Lennox – Unloyal

178.Swappi – Properly

179.Syd – Fast Car

180.Teflon – Revolution

181.Teflon – Warriors

182.Tems feat. Brent Faiyaz – Found

183.Thuy – In My Head

184.Thuy – Universe

185.Tiara Imani – Sprouts

186.Tinashe feat. Wax Motif – Undo (Back to my Heart)

187.Tiwa Savage feat. Brandy – Somebody’s Son

188.Tone Stith – When I’m With You

189.Trevor Jackson – Bouts to Be

190.Tyler, the Creator – Lumberjack

191.Tyler, the Creator feat. Teezo Touchdown – Run It Up

192.UB40 feat. House of Shem – Good Vibes Tonight

193.Vandelux feat. Alex Maher – Matter of Time

194.Vedo – Kiss It Right

195.Vedo feat. Lloyd – Sex Room

196.Wale feat. Maxo Kream & Yella Beezy – Down South

197.Wale – Fire & Ice

198.Wedntcare, Jayymr, & Mukass – Sweat It Out

199.Westside Gunn feat. Benny the Butcher & Conway the Machine – Claires Back

200.Weezer – I Need Some of That

201.Young Dolph & Key Glock – Aspen

202.Young Thug – Faces

[handeaux]

Cincinnati’s Activist Judge Struck A Fatal Blow To A Cornerstone Of Prohibition

These days, mayor’s courts survive as a mere shadow of their erstwhile authority. Of all the United States, only Ohio and Louisiana retain this curious legal vestige of medieval jurisprudence. Mayor’s courts are strictly limited in the kinds of laws they can enforce – mostly misdemeanors and traffic citations – and legal challenges continue to nibble away at even those remnants.

Up to the 1920s, however, Ohio’s mayors exercised powers far beyond the limited purview they retain today. In this state, mayors were considered justices of the peace, a county office endowing county-wide authority. This status allowed mayors to officiate at marriages (a power they still enjoy) but also to enforce any state law anywhere in the county. Ohio’s mayors were, in other words, freelance state marshals. Most mayors, having other things to occupy their time, confined their attentions to strictly local matters within their specific jurisdictions. Occasionally, however, an enthusiastic mayor launched a crusade across Hamilton County.

In 1905, for example, Hartwell Mayor James A. Lowes got his knickers in a bunch over Cincinnati’s blasé enforcement of gambling laws, particularly the profusion of penny slot machines in the Vine Street saloons. Mayor Lowes sent his deputies into the Queen City, impounding slot machines and infuriating Cincinnati’s graft-fattened politicians until the appeals courts slapped his wrist.

As the United States succumbed to that experiment in barbarism known as Prohibition, mayor’s courts became Liquor Courts, authorized to penalize bootleggers and associated scofflaws. In 1924, Albert R. Pugh was appointed mayor of North College Hill by the village council for precisely this purpose. The previous mayor was forced to resign when he aligned himself with the 75 percent of North College Hill voters who signed a petition demanding the abolition of the village’s liquor court. Pugh took his appointment as a mandate, and soon launched raids throughout western Hamilton County.

Pugh’s local reign of terror was just a minor skirmish in a statewide Ohio war incited by the Anti-Saloon League. Giddy with victory as the 18th Amendment became law, the League endeavored to crush “wet” resistance. The plan was to replace the governments’ former reliance on liquor taxes with a new addiction to liquor fines.

While federal law prohibited only the manufacture, sale and transportation of intoxicating beverages, The Anti-Saloon League engineered Ohio’s “Crabbe Law,” which banned even simple possession of any sort of alcohol. Freelance liquor agents, promised a share of any resulting fines, ran amuck, clutching wads of fill-in-the-blank warrants, arresting anyone with a bottle of anything – even housewives hoarding nothing more than vanilla extract.

The Anti-Saloon League recruited a New York vigilante named Harry Zimmerman as Mayor Pugh’s chief enforcer, his salary based on 15 percent of any fines collected in the North College Hill mayor’s court. Zimmerman placed advertisements in the local papers, offering rewards for tips about anyone hiding hootch.

There is no historic marker today at 6404 Cheviot Road in White Oak, but that is where Mayor Albert R. Pugh overplayed his hand on the morning of 23 August 1924. Harry Zimmerman barged into the home of Edward Tumey, a carpenter, who was away at work. Agent Zimmerman badgered Tumey’s wife Magdalena (Lena) into confessing that there were jugs of wine – blackberry, red raspberry and cherry – stored in her basement. Zimmerman’s agents also found a gallon of moonshine. Ed and Lena Tumey insisted the agents themselves had planted that bottle, because neither claimed to have seen it before.

Neither Zimmerman nor Mayor Pugh knew that a Hamilton County Court of Common Pleas judge had been waiting for precisely this raid to demolish what he saw as an unjust and lawless travesty of judicial ethics. Although Judge Stanley Struble was a teetotaler and never drank alcohol, he loathed Ohio’s liquor control system. In Ohio, Struble reasoned, the mayor was the arresting officer, prosecuting attorney and judge all rolled into one. Even worse, none of these roles earned a salary unless the victim arrested by the mayor and charged by the mayor was found guilty by the mayor – a clear conflict of interest.

Struble quietly informed a number of defense attorneys that he was looking for a test case to attack the Ohio system. He had already drafted his ruling. All he needed was an appropriate case. Attorney Harry H. Shafer notified Judge Struble that the Tumey case had all the necessary elements.

When Ed Tumey appeared for trial in North College Hill, Shafer motioned to dismiss on grounds that Mayor Pugh was incapable of providing a fair trial. Pugh overruled the objection and found Tumey guilty, assessing a fine of $100, of which $12 went directly into the mayor’s pocket. Shafer immediately filed an appeal.

The appeal brought the case to the Hamilton County Court of Common Pleas, where Judge Struble was waiting, with his decision already written. Struble ruled against the mayor’s court and in Tumey’s favor. The Anti-Saloon League appealed the case to the Ohio Court of Appeals, who sided with Pugh, as did the Ohio Supreme Court. Throughout the appeal process, the League launched a smear campaign to paint Judge Struble as soft on crime.

Once the Ohio Supreme Court ruled, the only recourse was the United States Supreme Court. A group of lawyers convened by Struble took the case to Washington, where it became known as “Tumey v. Ohio.”.

On 7 March 1927, another Cincinnati judicial luminary, Chief Justice William Howard Taft, issued a unanimous ruling. Taft thunderously denounced Mayor Pugh, Ohio’s mayor’s courts, the Crabbe Law, the Anti-Saloon League, and the Ohio Supreme Court. In ruling for Tumey, the Supreme Court struck a monumental blow for judicial ethics and a fatal wound to Prohibition. Judge Stanley Struble was triumphantly vindicated.

Hundreds of Ohio prisoners, forced behind bars to work off their liquor fines at 60 cents a day, were released on appeal. Although the Tumey ruling did not abolish mayor’s courts, they were irreversibly hobbled. Still, as recently as 2017, Ohio’s 295 remaining mayors courts across the state processed more than 263,000 cases each year.

#A.R. Pugh #albert r. pugh #edward tumey #stanley struble #supreme court #prohibition

[katiew1973]

Can't Help Falling in Love

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff

Words :514

64 days.

It had been 64 days since the last time you were in his arms. You’d promised that you wouldn’t count but you couldn’t help it. You missed him.

You missed everything – his strong arms around you, his adorable dorkiness, his sense of humour, his smell. Him.

Today was one of those days where nothing had gone right – you’d woken up late as your phone was flat, you’d forgotten to plug it in and the alarm didn’t go off. You’d had nothing but stress at work and Chris’ text you to say that his day was overrunning and he wouldn’t be able to FaceTime you as usual that afternoon was the last thing you needed.

Deciding not to cook, you ordered takeout from your favourite Italian place and, opening a bottle of wine, you pulled up your love songs playlist on Spotify and settled in with a book. You didn’t normally listen to songs like that, usually wanting to stick to something upbeat that you could dance around the house to if you felt like it, but this was the mood you were in tonight.

You’d fallen asleep and had woken up when a light clicked on. Before you could work out what was happening, Chris scooped you out of the chair, he gently placed you onto your feet and into his arms, just as Elvis’ Can’t Help Falling In Love came on your playlist. The two of you just stood in the middle of your living room, gently moving to the music on the speakers.

“Wise men say only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?”

He whispered In your ear “I’ve missed you so much.”

Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you”

“I love you Y/N, I love you with all my heart and my soul.”

Like a river flows surely to the sea Darling so it goes Some things are meant to be Take my hand, take my whole life too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you”

“Marry me Y/N?”

You moved your head from his chest to look him in the eyes, trying to work out if he was serious or not. He was.

“I mean it. Marry me? I don’t have a ring now but we’ll go to choose one tomorrow. I just want to be with you for the rest of my life.”

You reached up and bought his head towards yours. Kissing him slowly you only had one thing to say.

“Yes. I’ll marry you; I’ll marry you in a heartbeat.”

A year later, the two of you exchanged your vows in front of family and friends in the grounds of your Concord home. Your first dance? Well, that was the easiest choice you made.

A/N: Can't Help Falling in Love lyrics © Gema, Sony/atv Acuff Rose Music, Sony/atv Melody, Gladys Music, Embassy Music Corporation, Imagem Music, Darkpriz Publishing, Orpheum Music, Curb Songs, Universal Music Mgb Songs, Warner-tamerlane Pub Corp., 139th & Lenox Entertainment, Emi Glenwood Music Corporation, J. Albert & Son(international) Pty. Ltd., Bug Music O/b/o It's A Hit Publishing, Irving Music, Inc., Emi April Music Inc, No copyright infringement intended.

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Any particular headcanons for Albert Vanderboom? (I can share one: He's prone to falling down the stairs.)

Your headcanon made me chuckle, it’s official as far as I’m concerned!

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- He’s addicted to wine, and has been since he was young

- The first mask Albert made was from wood he stole from Samuel. His brother was angry at first, but then realized that letting Albert have the wood was the least he could do for him

- He enjoys hunting rabbits and deer...a lot...too much

- He tried to woo Ida before Samuel even met her, but he could never catch her interest

- This, of course, is because Ida knew his future and what he’s able to do, but Albert always blamed it on the injury Samuel gave him

- While Mary favoured Emma and Samuel over him, Albert was James’ favourite

- When he was still alive, James told Albert all about the family’s pursuit of immortality, and the sacrifices it would require

- He learns from Ida that he would be killed by Emma’s son, and tried to get rid of him in an effort to change his fate, but kept him alive to eventually collect his sacrifice

- Albert made an effort to collect the sacrifices from his family, in hopes that he could gain immortality for himself

- He created Rose for the sole purpose of collecting her sacrifice, but soon became protective of her

- Rose was the first thing that made Albert feel something in a long time

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