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@moomoomaddox

D --> Hi, I am Equius D --> I have seen you in my notes too obviously

D --> It is good to meet you as well

Xylas looks very interesting 😍 Is there some lore you could share?

aww thank you so much! ❤️

Xylas is Ordo Malleus inquisitor. a rather radical one actually. he has the energy of film noir detective who's depressed, jaded, and tired old man with a very bad case of temper. he's struggling with his stimms abuse and substances use in general but he keeps relapsing because without it he just become extremely violent even towards his peers. He was finally heading back home from another decades of his crusade, found himself pushing 200 years with no one in his life but his acolytes and more daemons to fight, and he found a slaanesh cultists' lair just on the planet he landed before finally heading back to Saturn. He met a girl who became a daemonhost and perfoemed exorcism on her, saving her, and took her in as his acolyte.

there's more to him and i hope i can tell his story more in the future 🥺

just wondering if you have any updates in mind for night!nurse reader

"Sunflower?" Jason said answering the phone. "What's wrong-"

He could hear the banging and the sounds of a struggle. A horrible struggle. The distinct horrible sound of someone putting up a losing fight.

"Alex!"

"Shut up. Shut the fuck up!" And a sickening crunch made his stomach turn.

"Jason," Bruce started, watching his face pale.

"We have to go," Jason said, "I'll explain on the way. Call Leslie."

And Bruce can't protest. Not when there's something- someone that can make him look so horrified. The Redhood was unshakable, but it was good to see Jason was still in there. So he followed, roaring along in the batmobile and following Jason's motorcycle as he winds through the alleys.

"Her brother has substance issues," Jason explained. "She keeps moving but-"

"He keeps finding her," Bruce said cringing.

"And I think he brought friends," Jason said, stopping the bike and bolting up the steps to the building, knowing Bruce was behind him. "He blames her for his life being a shit ball because she wouldn't let their parents beat her anymore."

"I've seen the file," Bruce grunted, "It isn't." He watched Jason shoulder your door open and braced himself.

Inside it was a blood bath. The struggle had been brutal. Book cases overturned. Feathers drifted from pillows slahed open. Dished broken. Windows smashed. Blood- A fire alarm blaring-"Jesus," Jason breathed, "Y/N?"

Unspoken, they moved to start clearing rooms. Looking for you. For any sign of you. "Y/N?" Jason tried again, only to hear a strangled whimper from under a bookcase that had been thrown over.

Jason caught Bruce's eye and he helped lift the case off the floor, upending it carefully to get it off of you. Cuts, scrapes, bruises. And most disturbingly, there's a noose tied around your neck.

"We need to go," Bruce said, "Don't really want to explain to the fire department-"

Jason nodded, "Hold on Sunflower," he said softly, his heart turning when you cried out as he moved you into his arms. "Leslie's waiting, kay?"

When you make a sound that makes the hair stand up on the back of both their necks, Bruce jabs something into your neck over Jason's protests. "She's in pain," Bruce said. "Put her in the batmobile. Take her to the Manor. Red Robin and Spoiler will help round up the people who did this to her."

"I should-"

hi!

In my au, there are a few options.

temporary patch - this doesn't need to be placed over the scent glad, think of like a nicotine patch instead. They come in different strengths that can last different lengths of time. A couple hours on the short end, to 2-3 days on the high end.

medication - think birth control pills. You've gotta take these every single day around the same time, some of the pills are placebos so they don't wack out your natural systems, but there is no "off week". The placebos are mixed in. They do not affect the effectiveness of the medication.

Scent muting medication - this is medication similar to blockers, except it's not as strong. This is extremely popular in my au as lots of people do enjoy having some level of scent left.

The letter was held in front of her before it eventually left her field of view. With a careless sway of her arm, it slid across the counter while silence filled the room. As did the stillness of her frame while she held her head downward a moment. The memories of her childhood friend threatened to come back into view as she made the association to the letter's would-be author. Out of reflex her hand curled into a fist as it struck against the counter's surface. At first, there was a numbness, then came the gradual sting of pain.

There was much she wanted to say, but she was a creature of habit and repression. Anger would have just made a mess of her apartment and sadness would have driven her to drink. Neither avenues would give her the satisfaction she needed before bed and thus she turned from her seat and made her way upstairs.

Upon arriving in her bedroom, she made for the bed and allowed gravity to guide her down against it. It seemed the comfort of her lavish bed was enough to convince her to lower her guard. But her dreams did nothing to abstain her former thoughts.

...Kal'ren was back.

@kalren-daelish - thanks for the ask :3

"Not normally, no."