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[manoelt-finisterrae]

vaise o día azul

© Manoel T, 2022

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Pioppi - Costiera Cilentana

Settembre '24

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Dogstomp #3212 - October 17th

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Deep Water Prompt #3212

There is an old god hiding under our mountain. We tap the stone for it’s Grace, not knowing when it will run out, not knowing we are creating the worst kind of monster. 

[lizlisalibrary]

Heart Buckle Frill Off-Shoulder Knit

ハートバックルフリルオフショルニット

Item number: 441-3212-0

Colours: white, pink, blue (new colour), black

Price: 9790¥

Year: 2024 (AW)

[ireallyliketacosokay]

08.31.2024

SUMMONS

STATE OF NEW YORK COUNTY OF NEW YORK

SUPREME COURT

ANTHONY EDWARD STARK, Plaintiff,

-against-

TACO, Defendant.

INDEX NO.: 12345/2024

TO THE ABOVE NAMED DEFENDANT:

YOU ARE HEREBY SUMMONED to answer the complaint in this action and to serve a copy of your answer on the Plaintiff's Attorney within twenty (20) days after the service of this summons, exclusive of the day of service. If you fail to do so, judgment will be entered against you by default for the relief demanded in the complaint.

Date: August 20, 2024

Attorney for Plaintiff: Stark Legality Firm 1 Stark Tower New York, NY 10013

Tel: (212) 555-1212

Email: starklegalitiesnewyork@gmail.com

DARLING CARMEL GRACE Attorney at Law

PLEASE TAKE NOTICE that pursuant to CPLR 3213, you are required to serve your answer to the complaint within twenty (20) days after service of this summons upon you. In the event that you fail to interpose an answer within the aforesaid twenty (20) day period, the plaintiff will move for summary judgment pursuant to CPLR 3212.

NOTE: This summons is issued pursuant to an allegation of theft involving a motor vehicle owned by the plaintiff, Anthony Edward Stark. The alleged incident occurred on [Date of Incident].

TRIAL DATE: August 31, 2024, at 10:00 AM

COURT: New York County Supreme Court

ADDRESS: 60 Centre St, New York, NY 10007, United States.

Darling Carmel Grace Attorney for Plaintiff

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[azumi-kun]

Yesterday was an incredible day.

I got to see the Umineko stage play and it was just AMAZING.

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Rich Votive Deposit Discovered in Sicily's Valley of the Temples

At least sixty terracotta figurines, female protomes, and busts, oil lamps, and small vases, a rich votive deposit of bronze fragments were found in the Valley of the Temples in Agrigento, on the southwest coast of Sicily.

The objects were found in House VII b, which forms part of the housing complex north of the temple of Juno. The campaign is fully funded and supported by the Sicilian Region through the Valley of the Temples Archaeological Park, directed by Roberto Sciarratta, and is led by archaeologist Maria Concetta Parello.

In an announcement published by the Sicilian Region Institutional Portal: “The findings allow us to understand the dynamics of the destruction of Agrigentum in 406 BC by the Carthaginians, when the inhabitants had to flee in exodus towards the city of Gela.”

The votive deposit, which would appear to have been arranged above the destruction levels of the house, may tell the story of the time when its objects were recovered by the Akragantines after the destruction. To define with certainty the function of the interesting deposit will require further research, paying close attention to the stratigraphic connections between the deposit and the living and abandonment levels of the house.

The Valley of the Temples forms part of the ancient city of Agrigentum, situated in the province of Agrigento, Sicily. Since 1997, the Valley of the Temples (covering 3212 acres) has been included in the UNESCO World Heritage List.

According to the Greek historian, Thucydides, Agrigentum was founded around 582-580 BC by Greek colonists from Gela in eastern Sicily, with further colonists from Crete and Rhodes. It was routed by the forces of Carthaginian general Himilko in 406 B.C. Agrigento’s residents fled to nearby Gela when Himilko sacked their city, but then he took Gela too. All of the Greek colonies on Sicily fell to Himilko and were made vassals of Carthage. Punic primacy would not last long, however. Timoleon of Corinth defeated Carthage in Sicily and liberated the Greek cities in 399 B.C.

By Leman Altuntaş.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

How about this 1948 home located right on the breeding beach for Harbor seals in Yachats, Oregon? The owner came home to find a baby seal sleeping on her couch! (He came in thru the doggy door.) 3bds, 2ba, $1.7M.

The house is nice, it's spacious and has great views, but who cares, it's about the seals.

And, this guy.

Cozy loft area above the living room.

The dining area is up here, too, with a great view.

No matter where you sit, there's a big window with a great view.

The kitchen's a nice size and basically a blank slate.

TV room with a desk area in the corner. Stairs to the bedrooms.

Primary bedroom has a window right at the foot of the bed.

Beautiful bath.

I love this- finished basement with original 1940s floor tiles.

Deck with an unobstructed view of the ocean.

Bench to sit and reflect.

Beautiful mountains in the background. 1.08 acres of land.

[lastboykisser]

SAY BYE BYE TO E GIRL PACK ((4000 AP‼️))

even if you daily play this game u can only make 1,400 for a month

+8 ap if u watch ads DAILY

and if u replay the episode (150 gem) you have to vote at least 5 times a day to win 1 gem reward))

1400+232+1200=3212 ap

you cant win e girl pack without paying for it

dont get me wrong as an artist myself ofc we need to pay beemoov people working hard for this game but prices are so different from old mcl especially for us asian players.

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* Counter Island: 111 verts | 59 faces >> Found under Counters | 800§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

* Counter Island End A/B: 122 verts | 66 faces >> Found under Counters | 290§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels >>>> 16 slots for Small/Medium/Large objects

* Cups: 3360 verts | 6020 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous comfort | 49§ >>> Recolorable - 3 channels

* Cutting Boards: 18886 verts | 10101 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 129§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset

* Fridge: 3190 verts | 3077 faces >> Found under Large appliances | 2010§ >>> Recolorable - 3 channels * Fridge Cabinet: 96 verts | 48 faces >> Found under Cabinets | 320§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

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* Stove: 6826 verts | 6261 faces >> Found under Large appliances | 1500§ >>> Recolorable - 2 channels

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* Wall Oven Cabinet: 904 verts | 508 faces >> Found under Cabinets | 1070§ >>> Recolorable - 1 channel

[lonestarflight]

"A view of the Apollo 9 Lunar Module 'Spider' in a lunar landing configuration, as photographed from the Command and Service Modules (CSM) on the fifth day of the Apollo 9 Earth-orbital mission.

The landing gear on the 'Spider' has been deployed. Lunar surface probes (sensors) extend out from the landing gear foot pads.

Inside the 'Spider' were astronauts James A. McDivitt, Apollo 9 commander; and Russell L. Schweickart, lunar module pilot. Astronaut David R. Scott, command module pilot, remained at the controls in the Command Module (CM), 'Gumdrop,' while the other two astronauts checked out the LM. Schweickart, lunar module pilot, is photographed from the CM "Gumdrop" during his extravehicular activity (EVA) on the fourth day of the Apollo 9 Earth-orbital mission. The CSM is docked with the LM. Astronaut James A. McDivitt, Apollo 9 commander, was inside the LM "Spider." Astronaut David R. Scott, command module pilot, remained at the controls in the CM."

Date: March 7, 1969

NASA ID: AS09-21-3212, AS09-21-3183, AS09-21-3197, AS09-21-3181, AS09-21-3199

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Pillars of salt, Pillars of sand: Dark!Aemond x oc, Aegonxoc

Chapter 15: The shadow of a sun mdni18+

🔷Summary: You are Rhaenyra and harwins daughter, Jace's twin sister. You dont expect when Floris, your best friend, writes you that she is sick, to find your uncle at Storm's end. He offers you a choice. Bend the knee to Aegon or see your brother be fed to his dragon. It is not a difficult choice to make. But as with difficult choices, the consequences are much harder to carry than the choice

🔷Author's note: DARK dead DOVE DO NOT EAT OK

Wordcount :3212 

Aemond’s pov.

I stand near the tavern, where Helaena and Maella are drinking. Judging by their giggles, hushed whispers, and delighted gasps, they are likely gossiping. I simply fold my hands on my back and watch as the soldiers that belong to the King surround the place, subtly as shadows sneaking around a lamp. ‘’Since when do they get along?’’ Aegon remarks, surprised by the young Queen and the Princess being friends. 

I suppose that the enemy of their enemy is my friend is true, after all. They might hate each other, or at least, were raised to hate one another. And now because they are both married to my useless brother, they have become something dangerous. I expected Maella to outshine Helaena at balls, receptions and gatherings. But I never expected them to ally with one another, to become friends. Never. 

It is dangerous. What if Helaena is turned over to their side? She never liked Aegon, I can’t even tell if she likes being Queen. She is as flicke as a flame and that can burn us. But if Helaena can be convinced, so can Maella. This might be good. We can show the Little strong lady that she has nothing to fear from us. As long as she complies and obeys, that is.

I still can’t believe it. They are as fire and ice. Helaena should know better, as the Queen. Maella is a good for nothing traitor and our prisoner. What does she hope to accomplish with drinking a few beers in a godforsaken tavern? ‘’I don’t know. I do think you should do something about this, Your Grace.’’ I say, after carefully choosing my words. 

Aegon’s shoulders slump with disappointment at my reminder and he looks to the stone tiles outside the tavern that cover the dirty ground. He took me to this tavern too, I remember. On my thirteenth name day. Before he would take me to the whores. Ser Arryk whispers to us that they have secured the property and I give a nod, confirming they can begin soon with securing the two ladies. ‘’You took a vow.’’ I remind my brother. ‘’If you are too weak to discipline your own wife-’’

I know I crossed a line when Aegon’s worryless glance becomes a hateful, deep festering glare forming a mirror. I see my own father looking back at me, in a way. Aegon smirks, mirroring my stance by also folding his hands on his back, advancing on me until I have no choice but to set a step back, submitting to him. ‘’You would like that, wouldn’t you, Aemond? Because if I can’t, you will do it.’’ He says, and yes it is the truth. There is an accusation there. One I’m not sure that I like.

I open my mouth, ready to defend myself and my honour as I hear a all to familiar scream, that sets my soul alight and hardens parts of my body much to my delight. Maella screams as she is carried to me and my brother, her eyes widened the moment she sees us standing near her. She takes a dramatic moment to scoff, and spits at our feet. Aegon shrugs as I jump out of the way, barely avoiding the spit hitting my boots. ‘’Discipline her.’’ I hiss, commanding my own king around.

She struggles as a wild tigress, attacking her pursuers as I simply watch her lash out, cuss, spit and yell, causing a scene well worthy of good punishment. ‘’You are disgusting animals! All of you! You fucking traitors! You would sell your own mother if it allowed you to suck Aegon’s little right toe!’’ Maella yells as she attacks a soldier, pulling his helmet off and grabbing him by the throat. I hide an amused chuckle. Aegon becomes increasingly frustrated as her scene continues, clearly tired, miserable and dreading what he must do now. 

Helaena watches, her eyes big and full of questions. ‘’Put her down! We did nothing wrong!’’ She tries to command the soldiers, but they are not her soldiers. They are Aegon’s. They won’t listen to her. ‘’Aegon, tell them to stop!’’ She is close to losing it. I remember it all too well from balls and gatherings we attended.

Maella laughs, still on the back of Arryk who tries to hold her as she kicks away at his back. I think Arryk has never been more thankful for his armour. ‘’He won’t. He’s a little craven boy, same as his brother. He is not cut out to be king. His mother knows it. His brother knows it too.’’ She briefly looks at me, and when she does I can’t help but lick my lips softly, imagining her taste. ‘’All except Aegon, for he knows nothing and never shall.’’ I need to hide my smirk for I agree with her all too much.

My brother sets one foot forward, and the brat finally stops fighting, accepting her fate. She knows what awaits her now. Helaena tries to interfere, so I capture her too, holding her gently but firmly by her waist so she shall not be harmed. ‘’Aemond! Let me go!’’ She begs. ‘’We can’t let Aegon hurt her.’’ Why not? She and her bastard brothers hurt me. Dozens of times over. If anything, Maella might learn obedience and respect for her betters with a good smack across her oh so pouty delicious face.

Helaena does not understand that so I explain it to her, as kindly as I can. ‘’He’s her king and her husband. She is the one who went too far.’’ Helaena stops fighting me and looks at me with a all too familiar emotion. Disgust. She easily escapes me, not looking back once. 

Aegon is close to hurting Maella, I can tell. But he needs a tiny push. And I know how to let Maella give him that. I search my pockets, and take out a familiar small box. I join Aegon, presenting the box to Maella as I open it. ‘’Did you know your brother pissed himself?’’ I smirk, recalling the moment I had Luc’s eyes cut out. ‘’I didn’t expect much better from a bastard, but it was disgusting how he relieved himself in front of the Baratheon family. He was begging me too, begging for me to stop, to have mercy, to be released.’’ I laugh, recalling the little scared face of little Luc as he sobbed at my feet, before I kicked him in his then empty bleeding eyeholes. Maella trembles with barely contained rage.

I bet she can show me so much of her innerfire, of her desire if only she allowed herself. I bet she can become the most beautiful obedient wife. If only Aegon didn’t marry her. I lean in closer. I smell her delicious scent and must fight all instincts to touch and smell her closer. Maella glares at both of us, but I know she must have one final push. A good one. So I open the box, show her Lucerys’s eyes and take them out, touching the small little balls as if it are mere diamonds. I chuckle, as she watches my every moment, her breath holds. I close the box with a snap, causing her to flinch. 

I take one step closer, and touch her face, gently caressing it as I stare into her eyes. ‘’It’s too bad your mother had a stillborn daughter. I would’ve loved to collect her eyes too.’’ Maella’s gaze shifts between me and Aegon. Her eyes express many emotions, despair, disbelief and finally…Guilt.

She knew, Rhaenyra was pregnant. And now she knows she is not anymore. Aegon shoots me a subtle glare, one of judgement and disgust as I watch Maella struggle with another challenge, another loss.

I smirk, whispering in her ear. ‘’Your mother’s pregnancy was fine, until she heard what had happened to you and Luc. I might have killed your brother, but you killed your sister. You caused that miscarriage and you are a Kinslayer.’’ I brush gently with my lips against her ear, kissing her forehead. ‘’You are the same as me-’’

Maella does not need long after that final push, that final confession and final straw. Aegon needs to push me out of the way of her claws, that are reaching to strangle something, anything. ‘’You bastard!’’ She yells, sobbing and in tears as she tries to strangle me, held back by guards as I walk back and forth, just within her grasp.

I shrug, causing more anger by the young princess. ‘’Only one of us is, little Lady Strong. I think you might need to rethink your loyalties. I doubt Rhaenyra will welcome you home now, that you killed her daughter, her true born Valyrian daughter with Daemon.’’ I rub some extra salt in the wounds, picking up insults and horrors wherever I go. Rhaenyra needed a heir, a pure born Valyrian child. And Maella will never be that. She will always be a Strong. She will never be good enough. And she knows this. And that is what will kill her. 

Maella kicks her guard, and rushes at me. She grabs me by my silver long hairs, dragging our faces closer as she tries to choke me. It is a foolish but admirable attempt. And one we just needed.

Aegon grabs her by the throat, strangles her briefly and smacks her across her face with his left hand, leaving a good, nice print on her face. Maella wails on the ground, glaring at us both. He approaches her again, and raises his feet too, preparing to give her a kick. ‘’My King?’’ Ser Arryk ruins this beautiful moment and I glare at him, annoyed he dared to speak in our presence at all.

Sadly, Aegon puts his feet back on the ground and ignores Maella as she cries helplessly. ‘’Put the Princess in the carriage. She can’t behave herself clearly. Bring her to my bedchamber after.’’ I feel my blood cool down after those words, and I can’t even smirk at Maella. 

Maella has stopped crying instantly at those words, her whole body shaking as Arryk grabs her and walks her to the carriage. ‘’Aegon! No! You can’t! I disgust you! You never liked me!’’ Her cries are muffled once she is put in the carriage. Aegon sighs, and for a moment the crown slips. He adjusts it right away. 

‘’So, brother.’’ I begin this terrible conversation. Because she should not be his. She is mine. I captured her, I can read her, I can trick her, deceive her, lie to her and kill her.

Aegon sighs, dramatically.  ‘’That should be enough to make her behave for one day. I don’t intend to actually lay with her.’’ I hear myself scoff. Of course not. Whyever would he do anything for his duties, for us? Ruining Maella, forcing her to have his child, it’s the best thing to do right now, the clever thing. And he won’t do it because Maella is not some blonde ugly whore.

I hate it. I hate him, I hate her, I hate the idea of them together, of them even breathing the same air. ‘’Whyever not? She is yours, brother. She is yours and for once in your life you are allowed to do what you enjoy doing.’’ I say, referring to the countless incidents.

Aegon does not meet my eye and his voice is soft as the wind as we prepare our horses. ‘’I don’t enjoy it.’’ He confesses. ‘’I never did. I just …’’

I wait ready to hear whatever explanation his sickening behaviour has.

Aegon sighs, rubbing his face. ‘’Father never saw me as his heir. Mother never saw me as anything but a problem. I guess that’s exactly who I became. An unworthy problematic heir.’’ I need to stop myself from laughing. Is he truly trying to push this all on that mother and father didn’t love him enough? That’s why he rapes?

‘’And the women?’’ I remark. ‘’How did they hate you, how did they wrong you? How did a simple kitchen maid or a servant girl hurt you, the Prince who surely they all looked up to?’’ I hear myself say the words and as soon as I say them I know. 

It’s not the love that was the issue. It’s the expectations. The expectations that he sets for himself, that the world and father set for him that he never met. And the servants were just unfortunately there at the wrong time and at the wrong place. Because there is no such thing viler than forcing yourself upon servants, people who you love. 

He becomes annoyed with me and my questions. ‘’I am done talking about this. If you want to talk about sexual things, I can ask you about why you fantasise about my wife and how you wanted to do similar things to her.’’ He’s right. And I hate that he is.

But Maella is not an innocent kitchen maid or servant who can’t defend herself.  ‘’Your wife is no innocent woman.’’ I say, with a smile as we get on the horses. ‘’You know she is a traitor and she must be eliminated so she cannot marry great houses. It’s why her virtue must be taken away.’’

I hear my brother laugh. I look at him. He shakes his head. ‘’And I used to think you were so much better than me. You are not. You might be worse.’’ After that he leaves for the Red Keep and I remain here with the carriage and the two unwanted Queens. And a lot of questions, and thoughts.

Maella is crying still as I enter the carriage. She glares at me through her tears. I smirk, sitting next to her. She instantly decides to sit somewhere else, as far away from me as possible. I think back of her offer, where she begged me to save her and to take her to her sweet mother. She is truly a naive girl who has no idea how the world truly works. ‘’You know, you only did this to yourself.’’ I say. ‘’By choosing the traitor queen, you became a traitor.’’

Maella does not see reason.

‘’She is crowned.’’ So is Aegon. ‘’I suppose you will enjoy tonight?’’ She can barely talk without sobbing. She could not be further from the truth. 

I shake my head. ‘’No, I won’t. I still firmly believe you should be with me.’’ I inform her as she rolls her eyes. ‘’As I am the-’’

She interrupts me. ‘’The one who captured me, yes.’’ She finishes with an annoyed sigh. ‘’Honestly, Uncle, it has gotten boring to hear you boast about your own pathetic accomplishments. You killed a little innocent boy and captured an innocent woman. Is that truly something to be proud of?’’

In one moment she is pushed against the walls of the carriage, my hands wrapped around her throat as I choke lightly, just to scare her. Perhaps to feel control over her life, over her body. ‘’He. Was. not. Innocent.’’ I hiss, warning her of my temper. ‘’He took my eye, had your mother done her task and disciplined him, I would have had peace with it!’’ I shout at her face as she flinches with fear and worry. She looks like she wants to call for the guards. She looks like she might bite me. As if she can laugh or cry any given moment. I wait for her to defend that bastard pup to ramble on how he was just a child. I wait for any of it.

Maella only slowly touches my hair, feeling it glide through her fingers. Her eyes sparkle with tears as she softly chuckles. ‘’I sometimes wonder what would have happened, had Grandsire married us. Would we have hated each other as much as we do now?’’ I am taken back by her movements and keep watching her carefully as she continues to touch my hair. ‘’Would Luc be alive? Would there be peace?’’ She wonders out loud, her hands finally end by my face, and her fingers touch my scars as I flinch slightly. Yet I do not pull away. There would not be peace. There would be hatred just the same. I know it. But my weak heart allows itself to be caught up in her sickening twisted fantasies of something I shall never acquire: A happy life. ‘’You are my brother’s.’’ I say, firmly. ‘’You must learn to obey his wishes and his word or there might be more.’’ I caress where Aegon struck her, warning her. ‘’He is kind now, but once he tires of you-’’ My words are interrupted as Maella places her lips against my own, and softly gasps, kissing me. Her hands touch my knees and I feel them at the same time on the back of my head, removing my eyepatch as she climbs on my lap, her eyes shimmering with tears. ‘’Why?’’ I whisper. ‘’You hate me.’’ I don’t understand it. Yet Maella continues to kiss me and to touch me in ways I only dreamt of. I should be happy, welcoming this opportunity. But I am not, and I do not welcome it. I pretend to be aboard, kissing her back. 

Maella allows herself to touch me, running her fingers over my crotch as I slip with my greedy fingers under her dress, touching and feeling her breasts and nipples, discovering her body. She shifts on the bench of the carriage, allowing me to top her properly. I remain standing as is proper, but she sweeps my legs and forces me atop of her. She lowers her eyes, touching my face gently. ‘’I told you before: We can run away together. Mother will reward you. You will become a hero.’’ She whispers and kisses me. I don’t kiss her back. I feel validated. I feel attacked, wronged, disgusted. I slap her hands off my crotch, and yank her head up by her hair so we can meet eye to eye. I see hope in her eyes. And I see it die when I scowl at her. ‘’You will lay with Aegon and no one else. You will carry his seed and your womb will quicken and you will push his child out.’’ I hiss as I push her against the walls of the carriage. Maella whimpers hurt at my rejection. I don’t care.

I slam the carriage door behind me and I don’t pay her any mind anymore. She can weep, scream and whimper all she likes: I will not betray my family. I get on my horse and sigh deeply. I imagine Aegon will enjoy himself. He will enjoy having her. I would've enjoyed having her. But at what cost? I know what she wants. She wants to go home. She does not care if she has to fuck the man who killed her brother to do it.

And my brother does not care either. He will always be unworthy of the throne. He will always avoid duty, and sacrfice. He will always be the weakest of us two. And me? I will always be doomed to remain in his shadow, the shadow of a sun.

OOP ITS A UPDATE xD

[ek-atherine]

Ink Manifestation (Satoru Gojo x Reader): Chapter 3

Word Count: 3212

“I'm sorry, this was my mistake.” Suguru apologizes, his voice heavy with regret. He looked away, shame was evident in his expression. 

“Really? I don’t think this even counts as a mistake.” Satoru tells him, trying to ease the weight of his guilt. 

“I underestimated how much our enemies would value Kuroi,” Sugaru admits. 

“Their next move is most likely offering an exchange for her.” I chime in, thinking aloud. Otherwise, why else would they have kept Kuroi alive? Though I can’t say that out loud and scare Amanai. “Something like Kuroi for Amanai, or…or something worse.”

I can see Amanai clench her fist at my words, and I frown. I was trying to not scare her or make her feel guilty for Kuroi’s kidnapping. “But we have the leverage in any negotiations since we have Amanai,” Satoru says. “As long as they set up the location for the deal, we can make it work out. I’ll take her back to Jujutsu High and we can use (Y/n) as a body double or something.”

“Hang on! I’m going to this deal, too!” Amanai yells, her voice trembling with determination. “I still can’t trust you three yet!”

Satoru turns to her confused. “Huh?! You’re still saying that after all this, you–”

“Even if you do manage to save her…” She cuts him off, her teary eyes still filled with determination. “What if Kuroi isn’t back before I assimilate with Tengen? I haven’t…I haven’t even said goodbye to her.” 

“The kidnappers will likely contact us soon. If they seem like they’re smarter than we expect, and bringing you with us is likely to hurt Kuroi’s chance of survival, then we will leave you behind.”

Amanai wipes the tears that are forming and looks back at Satoru determined. “All right. That works.” 

“Also, if you get scared partway through and want to go home, we’ll just ignore you. Keep that in mind.”

The tension in the air is palpable as we all prepare for the inevitable. Satoru’s eyes meet mine and I see the resolve mirrored in them. At least we have a plan.

Not too much longer later, we received a message from one of the kidnappers. They demanded an exchange as we suspected, Kuroi for Amanai. We had arranged to meet in some abandoned building on the outskirts of the city. 

When we arrived, the atmosphere was tense, the building was dark and clearly falling apart adding to our unease about the situation. The four of us step inside and the heavy doors we entered through close with a loud bang. The kidnappers were waiting in the middle of the room with Kuroi tied up on the floor. One man steps forward, his face covered by a mask.

“The Star Plasma Vessel?” He asks quickly, I can see his eyes scanning our small group through the mask. 

Satoru places his hand on Amanai’s shoulder as he steps forward with her. “She’s here.”

The man nods, eyeing Amanai which makes me glare at him. Suguru notices my look and places his hand on my shoulder to communicate. I look at him in the corner of my eye and he shakes his head, not yet, he’s saying. I sighed and relaxed my face as much as I could, anxiety still filling in my chest. 

“Release Kuroi first, then we hand her over once she’s safe with us,” I told the man as calmly as I could. 

The kidnapper chuckles from under his mask, clearly enjoying the power he thinks he holds in the situation. “You are in no position to make demands.”

“Oh, quite the contrary actually.” I tell him smiling. 

Before the situation could escalate any further, I flick out my arm sending an ink tendril towards Kuroi, and grab onto her. With a swift tug, I pull her towards us, Suguru catching her and Satoru grabbing onto Amanai. We make a break towards the heavy doors we arrived from, and with my ink, I wrap them around my hands to form gauntlets that I harden and use to punch through the doors with ease. 

Waiting outside was one of Suguru’s cursed spirits that could fly us all out. We all jumped on while the kidnappers from inside were still too far behind us to catch up. The cursed spirit takes off with all of us on, away from the kidnappers. Well, who knew it would be that easy, man these guys were weak and unprepared. 

The five of us stopped in Okinawa on a beach to relax a little bit before going back to Jujutsu High. Satoru and Amanai were playing around in the water. While Suguru, Kuroi, and I were hanging back on land. Suguru and Kuroi were talking to each other while I was just lying on my towel soaking up the sun. 

My iPod playing some mellow tunes, and I could feel myself slowly drifting off to sleep. I moved my sun hat over my face to shield myself. I was relaxed, that was until I felt myself being yanked up. I yelled out in shock and looked up to see it was Satoru who had picked me up. 

“Satoru! Put me down! You scared the shit out of me!” I yelled at him as I flailed around in his arm trying to get out. His smile just widens as he walks closer and closer to the water. 

I freeze realizing his plan. “Satoru Gojo I swear to all that is good and holy put me down! Do not throw me in the water!” My voice was wavering between panic and anger. 

Satoru just laughs, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on, (Y/n), you look like you could use a cool down.” 

I tightened my grip on his arm, trying to find some kind of leverage to stop them. “You’ll ruin my iPod! And I don’t wanna get wet!” 

He paused right before he entered the water, his grin softening a bit. “Well I can take care of that,” he says as he grabs my iPod in one swift motion, then hands it over to an Amanai. 

“Now that that’s taken care of,” he says turning his attention back to me. 

“No, no, no!” I protested, but it was too late. With a playful twirl, Satoru launched me in the air. I let out a squeal as I flew for a brief moment before splashing into the cold water. 

I resurface from the water and glare at Satoru laughing at me. “You’re so dead!” I shouted at him, wiping away water from my face. 

His face falls as I stand up, water dripping from my now-soaked swimsuit and cover for it. Without hesitation, I start chasing him around and splashing water back and forth at each other. Amanai joins in our splash fight and the three of us engage in a playful splash battle. 

“(Y/n), Satoru, it’s time,” Suguru calls out to us from the shore. 

“Oh, it’s time already?” I asked disappointed. Amanai looked down upset the fun had to end as well. 

“Suguru, let’s head back tomorrow morning instead,” Satoru calls out to him. Amanai’s face brightens up and she goes back to playing around in the water with Kuroi while Satoru and I go to talk to Suguru. 

“The weather’s holding up, right? Besides, there are fewer curse users in Okinawa than there are in Tokyo.” Satoru explains. 

“Let's be serious, Satoru,” Suguru says his tone firm.  

“It’s better if the time limit on the bounty runs out while we’re mid-flight, right?” Satoru says. 

“Satoru, you haven’t released your technique since yesterday have you?” Suguru asks him making my eyes widen and look at Satoru shocked. “You haven’t slept either. And you don’t plan on sleeping tonight, do you? Are you sure we don’t need to go back to Jujutsu High?”

“It’s not a problem!” Satoru says acting like it’s no big deal. He hits Suguru’s chest playfully, trying to ease our worries. “Playing through 99 years of MomoTetsu was far more draining. Besides, you guys are here too.”

I sigh realizing there would be no talking him out of this and Suguru seems to realize that as well. 

We spent the last day making it whatever Amanai wanted it to be. Whether it was walking around and sightseeing, getting food, and my personal favorite was the aquarium. Though we were on a mission, it still almost felt like a vacation, something we never really got to do. I even got to go to a tattoo shop there and got a tattoo as a token of the day we all had here. It was a whale shark in a small spot I had on my right forearm. 

The next day, the five of us finally made it back to Jujutsu High. I could feel myself at ease once we were inside the barrier. 

“We’re inside Jujutsu High’s barrier now.” Suguru tells Kuroi and Amanai. 

“Thank goodness,” Amanai says out of breath from the many stairs she had to climb. 

“Yes, which means…” I say trailing off and looking at Satoru. 

He sighs and finally releases his technique. “I never wanna get stuck babysitting some brat ever again.” He says sounding annoyed. 

I look at him about to roll my eyes when suddenly a blade pierces through Satoru’s chest. My eyes widen and I cover my mouth shocked. H…how? We’re inside the barrier! I look behind Satoru to see a muscular man with short black hair and a scar on his lip. Sitting on his shoulder was a cursed spirit that looked like a purple worm. The man wore a tight black shirt and baggy white pants. 

Satoru looks behind him trying to keep a cocky grin on his face. “I’m sorry, have we met?” He asks the man. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’m terrible at remembering guys’ names, too.” The man responds. 

Without even a second thought, I send a blast of ink, hitting the man right in the chest, and sending him flying into the air. While in the air, Suguru sends one of his cursed spirits to consume the man, assuming it would only buy us some time and not really keep him down. I then immediately turn my attention to Satoru.

“Satoru!” I yell along with Suguru who comes running over. Satoru puts his hand up to stop our worries and he smiles up at us. 

“I’m fine, I didn’t make it in time with my technique, but it missed my vitals,” Satoru explains straightening out his stance. “I also strengthened myself with cursed energy. Seriously, I’m fine. Prioritize Amanai first. I’ll deal with this guy.”

“I’m not leaving you alone with this guy,” I insist, worry evident in my voice. I know he’s strong, but he’s still hurt.

Satoru sighs his expression softening when he looks over at me. “Alright, (Y/n) and I will handle this guy. Suguru, get her to Tengen. 

Suguru seems to have an internal conflict looking at Amanai, and then back at Satoru and me. 

“You two be careful!” Suguru tells us before leaving with Kuroi and Amanai. 

The man cuts through Suguru’s cursed spirit quickly, so it ends up in tiny pieces. The man stands up smirking at us cockily. He has a different sword than what he used to stab Satoru. 

“The Star Plasma Vessel is gone.” The man states. “I had hoped to take you down with that earlier attack. I guess I’ve gotten rusty.”

“The bounty on Amanai has already been taken down, you idiot,” Satoru tells the man, hoping it would get him to back off. 

“Because I took it down, prideful bastard. When facing people without openings like you, you first create ups and downs leading to several false gods.” The man explains to Satoru, seemingly ignoring me. “I laughed when those Star Religious Group men went to Okinawa. It sucked that none of the sorcerers around her died, but if I hadn’t set that time limit on the bounty, you wouldn’t have released your technique until the very end.”

“That so?” Satoru asks setting off his technique to hit the man, but he misses. This man’s speed is unlike anything I’ve ever seen, especially against Satoru’s technique. He lands on a building nearby.

“Damn, he’s fast,” I mutter to Satoru. 

I use my ink to gather it up in the form of a pistol loaded with more of my hardened ink in the shape of bullets. While I cock my pistol, the man changes out his blade for a smaller knife from the cursed spirit on his shoulders. 

“Shit, I knew this guy was off. He has absolutely no cursed energy. He has a Heavenly Pact gifting him physical prowess.” Satoru explains quietly. 

With incredible speed, the man leaps from tree to tree, trying to evade Satoru’s and my sight to catch us by surprise with an attack. Satoru immediately activates his technique, a shimmering barrier forming around us. The man’s blade clangs harmlessly off the invisible shield, sending rocks and debris flying from the impact.

Seizing the opportunity, I aim my pistol at the man, who is still mid-air. My cursed energy flows through the weapon, enhancing its power. I squeeze the trigger, sending a bullet straight toward him. The man goes flying into some building from Satoru’s technique, so I’m not sure if I had hit him. 

Satoru and I walked through the rubble to look for the man, seeing if I had hit him with the bullet. 

“Is that cursed tool your precious trump card?” Satoru calls out. “Sorry, but I won’t let it get close.”

“Huh?” I mutter out when I see there’s no sight of the man where he should have landed. I notice Satoru putting a protective arm in front of me while he looks around for the man. I reform the pistol into a spear and stay in a ready stance. 

“(Y/n), stay close to me,” Satoru instructs. I know immediately what he means by that, so I turn my back to his and grip his shirt tightly. Cursed energy surrounds us as he moves his hands, causing everything around us to move toward it, like a vortex.

Debris, trees, and even rocks are pulled toward the epicenter of his technique. The air crackles with power, and I can feel the raw energy coursing through him. I hold on tightly, my heart pounding in my chest as the environment around us shifts and distorts.

With a swift motion, Satoru releases the accumulated energy, sending a shockwave outward. The force is immense, and I brace myself against it. Trees snap, rocks shatter, and the very ground trembles as the destructive energy tears through everything in its path. The landscape around us is now a barren expanse, with no cover for our enemy to use. 

“Good, now there’s nowhere left to hide, no more surprise attacks,” I say relieved. 

Loud buzzing is heard as a swarm of fly heads surrounds us. Damn, is he using them to hide his cover? Satoru raises his hand to use Blue again but seems to realize something. 

“Amanai!” He yells. My eyes widen in realization as well, and we both turn to run to follow after Amanai. Before we could leave, I saw Satoru slow down and turn around. Confused, I look back at him, and my heart stops as I see a blade pierce through his neck. My eyes widen in horror as tears immediately form, threatening to spill. His blood hits my face as it sprays from his neck. The man continues with his attack slicing his blade from Satoru’s neck down to his stomach. For good measure, the man stabs Satoru in the leg, too quick for me to react.

“Satoru!” I scream, my voice breaking. 

Satoru falls over lifeless, and rage fills my whole being. “Get away from him!”

Ink tendrils spring from my back immediately going after the man that took my Satoru away. Each tendril was as sharp as I could possibly make them. The man smirks, quickly avoiding my attacks with ease. All I see is red, I don’t care about my attacks where they’re hitting, anything that was moving was in the way of my attacks. 

In a fleeting moment, one of my tendrils grazed his cheek, drawing blood. His smirk faltered, replaced by a frown of annoyance. “All that for a drop of blood.” He mocked, goading my further. 

I respond with a roar of anger, unleashing another barrage of tendrils with even greater ferocity. He dodges each strike with unnerving agility, closing the distance between us swiftly. My rage was clouding my senses, making it difficult to react properly to his impeding approach.

I suddenly felt a searing pain in my stomach, but my adrenaline-fueled fury dulled the sensation. It wasn’t until he twisted the blade and sliced downwards, mirroring his brutal attack on Satoru, that the agony registered fully. I gasped, feeling the warmth of blood pouring from the wound. 

Despite my pain, I summoned every ounce of strength to conjure more ink tendrils, but my efforts were futile. My body betrayed me and I finally fell to the ground trembling in pain. Blood seeped from my mouth with each labored breath, staining my lips. 

Through blurry vision, I saw the man looming over me, his frown deepening as he regarded my weakened state. “Now that that’s over, I have some business to take care of.” He stated cooly.

I shake as I try to sit myself up, defiance burning fiercely in my eyes. “I’ll…I’ll kill you!” I shouted with all the defieance I could muster, though each word was strained with pain.

The man paused, his gaze flickering with something akin to amusement. He turned away, dismissing my threat as he walked towards his next objective. My body shook uncontrollably as I watched him walk away until I couldn’t see him anymore. 

Struggling against the darkness threatening to overwhelm my senses, I turn my head over to Satoru. He wasn’t too far away from me, his form still lifeless against the unforgiving ground. Ignoring the seething pain in my abdomen, I claw myself toward him, driven by an unyielding need to reach him. 

Tears spilled from my eyes as I cradled his face in my blood-stained hands. His once vibrant blue eyes were frozen in shock, a permanent haunting testament to the brutality of the attack. Blood matted his beautiful white hair, stark against his pale complexion. 

I stroked his cheek trying to get any kind of reaction from him. “Satoru, please,” I pleaded hoarsly, my voice cracking. Nothing–only cruel silence and stillness. Just one more stupid joke or cocky statement. 

My heart shattered into a million pieces as reality set in. With trembling hands, I laid my head on his bloodied chest. My ink, fueled by the sheer need to survive, slowly starts to heal my own grievous wound. 

I laid there on his chest sobbing uncontrollably as I clung to him, trying to come to terms he was gone, taken from me. Tears clouded my vision of the world around me hazy and surreal. Exhaustion weighed heavily on me, pulling at my eyelids, and dragging me to the embrace of sleep.