#Daring Incarnation

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New Release for Christmas: How to survive office politics using the principles of KALAGA

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[justaz]

need post magic reveal/ban repeal where magic is free and everyone grows in their knowledge of just what magic is and how it works etc, etc. merlin (isn't one for bragging about his powers) doesn't really mention much about his magic so people just assume he has enough to get by with like chores but not enough to catch the ire of uther EXCEPT for gauis, lancelot, and arthur bc gaius and lancelot have known about him for years and know what he's capable of and arthur sat merlin down and demanded all the stories so arthur knows he'd be a formidable opponent but he doesn't really get it yk? so he's like "yeah merlin has magic and he's capable of defending himself and camelot so he's probably on the more powerful end of the spectrum like every other sorcerer who is powerful"

and then i need merlin to be Different. like noticeably different. like idk a sorcerer is like trying out to be court sorcerer (bc merlin doesn't want another job dammit arthur give it morgana or someone-) and they perform this elaborate spell that captivates merlin and he starts asking all these questions and the sorcerer is like "yeah it's super difficult, it took me months to get it right and it takes years for some others-" and they cut themselves off bc merlin was just like "i wanna try" and does it perfectly first try. the sorcerer is seething.

camelot is hit with a heatwave and everyone is suffering and arthur is just like "morgana can you make it rain or something? it's too hot to breathe." and morgana is just like "no you idiot i can't just bend nature to my will. it doesn't like that." and merlin finally arrives with waterskins full of nice, cold, refreshing drink that the knights are frothing at the mouth to get. arthur complains again and morgana huffs and merlin is like "has he been like that this whole time?" and morgana nods with a groan and merlin laughs before going "i can try something" and leaves before anyone can say anything and arthur looks at morgana and is like "i thought you said nature doesn't like to be controlled?" and she's like "it doesn't" and then they all chase after merlin but he's chilling in the courtyard with his eyes closed, not even chanting, and then the sky starts to darken as black clouds roll in, the temperature plummets and then...snow begins to fall. in july. they all end up having a snowball fight.

a power hungry sorcerer comes along and is like "emrys....he's perfect....just what i need...teehee" and casts some spell over merlin and begins to siphon his magic and his power and merlin feels waves of his magic flood through the connection and into the sorcerer and like he's a mix of panic and concern bc yeah this mf is taking his magic but they're taking his magic. merlin tries to bargain or talk them down while the knights and arthur try to attack but the sorcerer keeps pushing them back and ignores merlin and is like "i want power, i want your power" blah blah blah monologue time and they swing another wave of magic out at the knights and knock many out while killing some and merlin is just like "ok no that's all folks thanks" and starts to push his own magic through the connection. the sorcerer has this wild gleam in their eyes and they feel more and more power fill them and it's like a high until it gets too much and they frantically try to sever the connection and their telling merlin to stop but merlin is just like "i thought you wanted my power? i'm giving it to you" and continues to flood the sorcerer with his magic until gold begins to trace their skin and they idk explode or smth and then all the magic flies back into merlin and he flexes his hands. unnamed knights 3, 6, 22, 53, and 55 still died so it's a tragedy.

a bunch of sorcerers are entertaining at a feast (kind of like the trickler) and they cast illusions all around the room that look real enough (unless you look too closely or touch it bc they are somewhat see through and your hand would pass right through them) and it's a fun and joyous night. later that week, the knights bring it up during their break while training and merlin is like "sure, what illusion should i cast?" and after some back and forth, he settles on the illusion of a dragon. it's around the size and age of aithusa bc that's all he has to go off of and it's gold since he took inspiration from the pendragon crest all around the area. it jumps around and flaps it's wings to get some air and it's all fine and dandy until elyan goes to poke his hand through it's ribs but meets physical scales and he jumps up into percival's arms. merlin looks closer and is like "oh. its real. whoops." and leon is like "whoops?? you make a real life dragon and all you have to say is whoops?" and merlin shrugs and is like "it was an accident" and leon about keels over from a heart attack "an accident? how do you accidentally-" the dragon is considered a gift from magic to camelot and helps further heal the wounds of uther's purge.

idk just like merlin being casually the most powerful sorcerer to walk the earth and unnerving people just by how little he seems to care about his shows of power but they're all like "well he's just doing all these small things that don't harm anyone and he doesn't even seem to realize just how powerful he is so what can ya do?" and they leave it be and make peace with merlin being Like That. and then camelot/arthur is attacked or smth idk and then everyone gets to see exactly how powerful and dangerous merlin is

[incorrect-comic-aurora-quotes]

Tess: I dare you-

Alinua: Kendal isn't allowed to take dares.

Tess: Why not?

Kendal, head bowed: I have no regards for my personal safety.

[drunkonimagination]

kung fu panda four my beloved, they could never make me hate you

[golden-lynel]

Dez stared at the gold lynol and started to sweat nervously. Was she going to die? Was this it? She wasn't really great at combat as a Hylian. "Ah.. hah.. Hi there." Maybe she could talk her way out of this? "How are you?"

The beast stared down at the smaller woman. To say he dwarfed her would be an understatement; he was over twice her height and could crush her with a passing thought... though that was true of most Hylians, after all.

It was true that Lynels were territorial creatures, and she was on his territory. However, it was clear to him that she was a noncombatant, or at the very least, not an active one. It would be easier for him to put her out of her misery than it would be for her to enter a proper combat stance.

Andros stared down at her, a low growl audible. It was loud, about as loud as a dog was when it was getting ready to bark, and he was simply remaining idle. He had no intent on trying to intimidate her. He knew just by looking at her that he did that by merely existing.

"...Why are you here, Hylian?" he soon growls, his voice low.

[jess-moloney-malarkey]

Interesting! Kinda like...forming a collective to categorically break down the inter-workings of the life and relationship of a celebrity and their partner of almost four years because they don't think said partner is a good/healthy partner for the celebrity...as if they know them personally and not beyond what is shared publicly.

Truly interesting...

[onlyseokmins]

https://www.tumblr.com/geminiclit/722976832606109696

I saw this and thought of seokmin and then I thought of you 🤭

- Seokmin’s slutty arms anon

[link]

^ you're deranged. Ur a top criminal offender to cutie g's and ME specifically. Just know I grinned like a maniac when I got the notif u sent me smth while I was driving home. I knew it'd be good. But also fuck you that's so aggressive I'm automatically on my knees for him 😭

[moonspower]

LITERALLY the only verse where vi is having a good time is his king of the hill verse because he's just making fun of people there

i guess wwe verse vi is having a great time too and sailor moon!vi despite his circumstances. :) so those three verses. the others? buddy.... it's rough.

final fantasy x!vi is a sad ass that's seen everyone he love die, berserk!vi is just going through.............. a lot.

king!vi and main!vi are neck and neck in the Misery Olympics.

[nounpolycule]

I have so much to work on rn but like. Doomsday is sad yeah blah blah blah. But it's also like. First of all so Incredibly selfish of the Doctor and also Pete's World Pete + prime universe's Rose and Jackie is one of the worst human power imbalances on the entire show.

[tenth-sentence]

Orlene, meanwhile, hardly dared believe.

"Incarnations of Immortality: And Eternity" - Piers Anthony

[brave003]

Daring Incarnation by Louis Jayaraj

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[korelist]

DON’T DARE TO DREAM // KDRAMA DİZİ YORUMU

UYARI : Yazılar genel olarak spoiler içerebilir. İçermeyedebilir.

İmdb puanı: 7,8 Benim Puanım: 8

Drama: Jealousy Incarnate (literal title)

Hangul: 질투의 화신

Director: Park Shin-Woo

Writer: Seo Sook-Hyang

Date: 2016

Language: Korean

Country: South Korea

Cast: Kong Hyo-Jin, Cho Jung-Seok, Ko Kyoung-Pyo, Kim Jung-Hyun, Mun Ka-Young, Lee Sung-Jae

2016 SBS Drama Awards - December 31, 2016

Best Actor (romantic comedy) (Cho Jung-Seok)

Best Actress (romantic comedy) (Kong Hyo-Jin)

Special Actress (romantic comedy) (Seo Ji-Hye)

Ten Star Award (Cho Jung-Seok)

New Star Award (Ko Gyung-Pyo)

Geç olsun güç olmasın demişler. Bu diziyi neden bu kadar bekletmişim hiç bilmiyorum. Kore dizilerinin altın çağı olan 2016 yılının şanına yaraşır bir iş çıkmış ortaya. Ayrıca farklı meslek dallarını izlemek bana her zaman keyif veriyor.  Pyo Na-Ri (Kong Hyo-Jin), hava durumu spikeridir. Haberlerden sonra kısacık bir süre ekranda kalan, haberlerin devamı olan ama haber olarak görülmeyen bir iş yapmaktadır. Reytinglerini arttırmak için poposunu çıkartıp göğüslerini büyütmesi istenen bu hanım kızımız başlarda son derece ezik olarak karşımıza çıkıyor. Diğer yandan kardeşi iyi bir üniversiteye girsin diye dişini tırnağına takan çok güçlü bir kadındır. Parantez açıyorum, kardeşi Pyo Chi-Yeol rolünde Kim Jung-Hyun oynuyor. Mr. Queen dizisinin King’i, Crash landing ‘in karizmatik oyuncusu burada liseli bir ergeni canlandırıyor. Bir süre sonra eski dizileri izlerken en keyif aldığım şey tanıdığımız oyunculara denk gelmek, farklı rollerde onları yeni bir gözle izlemek. Neyse dönelim konuya, Na-Ri aynı şirkette çalıştığı Lee Hwa-Shin(Cho Jung-Seok)’a 3 yıldır platonik olarak aşıktır. Hwa-Shin ise prime time haber spikeridir. İş için gittiği yurt dışından dönüş yapınca yeniden bir arada çalışmak durumunda kalırlar. Na-Ri ise iş yerindeki bütün angarya işleri yapmaktadır. Yine üzerine vazife olmayan bir İş için uçakla bir yere gitmesi gerektiği bir gün yanına tesadüfen denk gelen tanımadığı yolcu; Ko Jung-Won(Ko Kyoung-Pyo)’dan çok etkilenir. Daha sonrasında ise Jung-Won ile Hwa-Shin’in çok yakın arkadaş olduklarını öğrenir.

Aslında Na-Ri araya giren zaman sonrasında Hwa-Shin’i atlatmıştır. Hatta nihayet yeni bir gönül ilişkisine bile hazırdır. Jung-Won ise bunun için şahane bir adaydır. Birkaç kere Hwa-Shin’in Na-Ri’den hoşlanıp hoşlanmadığını teyit eden Jun-Won’da Na-Ri’den hoşlandığını itiraf eder. İşler bu raddeye gelince Hwa-Shin, üç yıldır köpek gibi davrandığı Na-Ri’i paylaşmak istemediğini fark eder. Hwa-Shin’in hayatındaki en önemli şey haberlerdir. Bu uğurda ailesine bile ihanet etmiştir. Burnu havada, kibirli, kendini beğenmiş bir karakterdir. Annesi, yeğeni onunla konuşmamaktadır. Burada yine bir parantez aç, Hwa-Shin’in yeğeni Lee Bbal-Gang rolünde Mun Ka-Young oynuyor. Kendisini; Find Me in Your Memory, True Beauty, Link: Eat, Love, Kill gibi dizilerden tanıyoruz. O da Kim Jung-Hyun gibi liseli bir ergen rolünde.

İkinci adam, kıskançlık, aşk üçgenleri yani sevmediğimiz ne varsa bu dizinin konusunu oluşturuyor. Buna rağmen öyle mükemmel işlenmiş ki, asla rahatsız etmemesinin yanı sıra bir süredir kaliteli oyunculuk izlemediğimi fark etmeme neden oldu. Genel olarak her dizide bir kişi şahane iş çıkartırken, başka bir oyuncu diziyi aşağı çekmeyi başarıyordu. Bu dizide herkes o kadar profesyonel ve doğaldı ki, sanki inanılmaz lezzetli bir yemek yiyip tatmin olmuş bir şekilde masadan kalkmışım gibi hissettim.

Doğrusunu isterseniz baş rol kadın oyuncu Kong Hyo-Jin güzel değil. Ama ne var ki ekranda devleşiyor. Rolünü öyle güzel yansıtıyor ki, ağlarken ki o dürüstlüğü, güzel görünmeye çalışmaması, güldüğündeki içtenliği ile olduğu yere çok yakıştırıyorum. O yüzden çirkin şansı diyemeyeceğim, başarısının ekmeğini şimdiye kadarki partnerleri ile yiyor olabilir. Hanım kızımızın birlikte rol aldığı aktörlerden bazıları; Kim Soo Hyun, Gong Yoo, Lee Sun Kyun, Cha Seung Won, So Ji Sub, Jo In Sung ve Jang Hyuk. Yeni nesil genç kadın oyuncularda hep bir poz verme merakı, güzel görünme çabası oluyor. Hyo-Jin ise hiçbir duygu değişiminde çekici görünmeye çalışmadı. Gönül rahatlığı ile güzel bir iş çıkmasının en büyük nedeninin “Kong Hyo-Jin” olduğunu söyleyebilirim.

Dizinin bir diğer gündemi de meme kanseriydi. Meme kanserine dikkat çekmek ve bilinçlendirmek amacı ile arka planda bu konu sürekli vardı. Bunu bile doğal olmayan bir hikayeyle o kadar doğal anlattılar ki.. üff! Erkeklerin meme kanserine yakalanması üzerinden işlenen konu oldukça ilgi çekiciydi. Bunu senaristin cesur bir hamlesi olarak görüyorum. Cesaret demişken, dizide oldukça cesur çok sahne vardı. 2016 olmasına rağmen öpüşünce şeytan çarpmış gibi kalmıyorlardı.

Normalde kadınları anlamak zordur derler. Kore dizilerin de erkekleri anlamak daha zor. Kaçan kovalanır sözünün tam anlamı ile suyunu çıkartıyorlar. Kadın seviyor adam bakmıyor, adam sevmeye başlıyor kadın vazgeçiyor, kadının tekrar aklı kayıyor, adam soğuyor. Şeytan diyor al eline bir cetvel geçir sıra dayağından. Zaten ikinci adam hangisi karar veremiyorsunuz. Dizide iki tane başrol erkek vardı. Ko Jung-Won karakteri Hwa Shin in tam tersi tek kelime ile mükemmel erkek modeliydi. Anlayışlı, sevecen, destekleyici, zevkli, kibar, bla bla bla… kısaca bütün dizilerde izlediğimiz mükemmel erkek tanımlarının tek bir karakterde toplanması gibiydi. Yani aslında ikinci erkek olamayacak kadar iyiydi. Tek eksik yanı coşkusu yoktu. Kim Hwa Shin’in ise tek sahip olduğu şey coşkusuydu. Kaba, sevimsiz, yargılayıcı, anlaşılmaz, kibirli, tembel bir adamdı.

Birbirlerine kan bağı olmayan insanların aile gibi yaşadığı kısımlar kafamı çok karıştırdı. Kim kimdir, kim kimin neyi diye anlamak uzun sürdü. Yine de eğlenceli bir grup olmuşlardı. Liseli ergenlerin kaldığı apartman ve apartmanın altındaki ‘veli’ sayılabilecek karakterin kafesi son derece renkliydi. Hiçbir karakterin yerine o yerine bu oynasaydı diyemiyorum. Dizi bütün klişeler üzerine kurulup, klişelerden uzak bir yorumla yazılmıştı. Kötü karakter yoktu. Sevmeyeceğiniz insanlar belki olabilir ama hiç kimse kötü değildi. İhanet yoktu. İki adam yakın arkadaş olmaları nedeniyle dudak uçuklatan ihanetler izleyeceğimizi düşünmüştüm.  Onun yerine dizide herkes kartlarını açık oynadı. Kimse arkadan iş çevirmedi. Felaketler yaşanmadı. Aynı kadına aşık olmuş iki yakın arkadaşın adil dövüşüydü. Erkeklerden biri mükemmel eş diğeri arızalarına rağmen doğru insan gibiydi.

Kısacası çerezlik bir dizi değildi. Yan karakterlerin hikayelerinin altları dolu, kaliteli bir yapımdı. Bölüm sayısı evet bir tık uzundu. Bu konuda bende kararsızım, sanki daha az olsa tadı damağımızda kalırmış gibi de geldi. Ve inanmazsınız sonu vardı. En iyi sonlara sahip diziler arasına girebilir. Diğer yandan dizinin özellikle hitap ettiği bir kesim olduğunu düşünüyorum, çünkü; 25 yaş üstü izleyicilerin daha çok keyif alacağı aşikar. İki erkeğin dostluğuna da ayrıca dikkat çekeyim. İkisi de duygularını saklamak istemiyordu ama her attıkları adımdan sonra dönüp “hala dostuz değil mi?” diye birbirlerine bakıyorlardı. Belki çok ön plana çıkmadı, gizli özne olarak kaldı ama ben ikisinin arkadaşlığına tek kelime ile bayıldım. İkisi de hayatları boyunca kendileri için bir şey yapamamış, ikisinin de birbirlerinden başka kimsesi yokken, ikisi de bir diğerini kendi önüne koyuyordu. Öte yandan ikisi de bu sefer kendim için bir adım atmalıyım ikilemi yaşıyordu. Şahaneydiler.

Kesinlikle tavsiye edeceğim bir diziydi.

OST:

Suran - Step Step

Raven Melus

BAŞKA NELER VAR ?

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[jinkibum-smiles]

I was so excited for Don't Dare to Dream (Jealously Incarnate) on Viki, but I cannot get over how much they lean into love triangles and pretty much cheating. The one thing I can never tolerate in a romance drama is cheating and that's pretty much what's happening between Na Ri, Hwa Shin, and Jeong Won. It's not like other rom coms where the feelings between the female lead and second male lead are either one sided or ambiguous. They're literally flirting with each other...mutually...

the comedy in the show is so on point for a 2016 drama and I love it, but I just can't get over the almost cheating (and maybe even cheating? I stopped at ep 9) aspect.

[constellama]

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Oh my god oomfies you’ll never believe what I just found

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HELP THERES A DOG ON MY DESK???

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🫖 poet-tea Follow

HELP I JUST LET MY DOG INTO MY BOSS’S OFFICE??

📚 jonathan-sims Follow

LITERALLY WHO ARE YOU

🛶 timtimothy Follow

LMAOOOOO

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I think there’s a wasp’s nest in my attic. I’m gonna go check it out.

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Do you hear that

🪱 residentwormgirl Follow

This is kind of a bop actually

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op? op are you ok

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going on a date tomorrow! 😀

🛶 timtimothy Follow

haha what.

🛶 timtimothy Follow

can you repeat that op

🛶 timtimothy Follow

op?

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op can you repeat that

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I love my job. Everything just goes according to plan exactly how I want it to.

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Hi

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hey sorry for this but you wouldn’t happen to have seen a lead pipe lying around would you?

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does anyone have any skin? For no reason whatsoever of course. Like if you just have it lying around. Out of use.

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why do you need skin

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wouldn’t you like to know, door boy

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is there wifi down here

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no

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HELLO?? HELLO CAN YOU HEAR ME??

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I CAN! I CAN HEAR YOU

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Oh. You.

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What. What does that mean

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I can sense a promotion coming soon I’m so excited !!!

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are you SERIOUS

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I’m going to kill that old man with my bare hands HOW DARE HE DO THIS TO YOU QUEEN

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WHYYY IS THE SKY LOOKING AT MEEEE

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my bad

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[godjo]

✮ — altar girl.

hasn’t it been written that wherever the fire of evil blazes, a god will be there to douse it? but who saves the damned if a god kindled the fire?

tags — true form!sukuna x concubine/f!reader. 3k wc. explicit smut. dubcon at first (trust me in this one pls). exhibitionism. thigh riding. doggy style. manhandling. rough sex. womb fucking. humongous cock!sukuna (hello???). multiple orgasms. mindbreak. drool. cunnilingus bordering on tongue-fucking. orgasm denial once. he carries you. creampie. lots of cum. fuckton of religious symbolism. physical violence against the reader but not from sukuna. sukuna calls you brat like one time. minors, ageless, and blank blogs dni.

from hunter — not to be dramatic or whatever but i do feel like this fic took a huge chunk off of my sanity … the things i do for sukuna omg … if this flops i will officially retire from tumblr /j + also it's 3 am for me so i didn't proofread the last bits and i prolly got lazy ... ha ha ... ✮

gods exist. 

the annals of history tell us so.

they exist in a way that no mortal can comprehend, for a god is more than a face. they leave their imprints not with their feet but with the rise and fall of dynasties, the ruination of empires, and the death of kings. they materialize as the birth of a deluge and they rise as the reason for war. it is not the body that proves their existence but the carnage they leave behind. 

they have manifested before human eyes through myriad guises, and once again incarnated in the flesh of ryomen sukuna. 

many have met their untimely demise at his hands; he walks the earth with their tormented souls at his feet. from village to village, their numbers increased until a procession of weeping thickened behind him. hundreds of graves mark the land since his advent, and yet the heavens remain deaf to the hysterical prayers for justice. only he can hear the prayers; only he laughs at them. 

they say he is a devil. you say he is a god. because only a god can saturate the earth with blood and emerge unpunished from such transgression. hasn’t it been written that wherever the fire of evil blazes, a god will be there to douse it? but who saves the damned if a god kindled the fire? 

ryomen sukuna, in a form of some twisted mockery, decides to act the part. and so like every famished god, he demands a sacrifice to satisfy his voracious appetite. you would think that a house of gold would placate his hunger for blood, but riches mean nothing to him. his appetite needs flesh and it is flesh he got. 

“have i been too lenient that you’d dare fight amongst yourselves when i’m not around?” his voice reverberates inside the room. low, guttural, and pregnant with malice. it is enough to scorch everyone’s lungs with tension. 

you want to run away from this nightmare. go back to the peaceful bliss of mundanity when sukuna is only a piece of horrifying tale used to frighten children and not an absolute being seated cross-legged mere inches away. you try transporting your mind back to the days before his pillaging, before your village succumbed to his authority. yet his pervasive presence obstructs all your pathetic attempts at nostalgia. 

“look at what you did to the poor girl.” two of his four hands sweep you from your position to his lap, parading you to the rest of tearful eyes looking at him with entreaty. 

and it stings— their eyes. you’re in the claw of a savage hound from hell, ready to be devoured, with only your hadajuban as protection. even in this pitiful state, they offer no sympathy. their tears are for themselves alone despite their cruelty being the reason for your shared plight.

selfish bitches. 

“was it jealousy that caused this infighting? have i not divided my attention to all of you equally?” sukuna continuously taunts, lacing his voice with poisonous prudence. he fools no one and that’s what urges him forward. everyone knows that his seemingly laidback attitude is plain derision. nonetheless, he tastes the lingering hope in each of your faces before dragging his teeth along such pathetic daydreams.

“y… you have, my lord,” one of the women answers, her voice betraying a noticeable stutter. “if you would permit me to speak, i can offer his lordship an explanation for what transpired in the courtyard.”

sukuna emits a languid sigh as he rests his cheek upon his fist. he runs a rough hand down your arm, triggering vibration in the pit of your stomach. his hand is as huge as your face, his fingers long enough to snap your neck with ease. despite the surge of terror, you fight the urge to retch.

after a moment of battling your dread, it’s repulsion that filled you afterwards. repulsion rising from the woman’s explanation for your wretched state. the rest of the women nod their heads along with her account of how you tripped on a slippery stone multiple times, causing your current injuries, as if you’re a toddler who cannot orient her legs properly. 

they will save themselves with falsehood. 

sukuna yawns after the woman’s narration. his set of eyes seeking you after in the silence. 

“this matter is of your stupidity, then? you’ve wasted my time, brat.” he dips his cadence in amusement and disgust. 

anger flares within you, filling your nose and ears with the bitter scent of hatred, yet its heat descended down your throat, dampening your ability to defend yourself. what is one against many? there are twenty concubines in this room and nineteen of them just sold you to your demise for unintentionally raising this trifle to the lord of the land.

all of this— all of this merely because they have immersed themselves in playing a game in which you’ve been excluded since your arrival. after all, you’re just another competition for sukuna’s attention. 

“have mercy, my lord,” you whisper, on the verge of losing your sentience. “i… i mean no disrespect. it’s… it’s stupid of me—”

sukuna drawls, “speak no more of your nonsense. i have heard enough.” 

distressed apologies race past your mouth, along with entreaties that he spares your life. but you should’ve known that a god won’t turn his back on the sacrifice of blood. 

thus, when his enormous body finally moves to encase your fragility, you close your eyes and with jittering teeth have accepted your fate. you wait for the final release of death, a snap or his fist through your heart, but none came. instead, at your feet lay your torn garments, casting your nakedness before the other concubines in a humiliating display. the crisp air blows against your nipples, causing them to pucker tight. the same air turns your blood gelid, your bones immovable. 

“now, let’s see what all the fuss is about.” from behind, sukuna gropes your breasts, swirling the tips of your nipples with his fingers. “i’ll kill anyone who looks away.” the warning is vehement, ripe with threat, that even mere insects won’t dare defy it. 

is this the ultimate act of worship? to be stripped of all your layers? to be eaten?

his lips latch onto the bareness of your neck, sharp teeth dragging across the skin. the silence is thick, saved for the sound of your uneven breathing and the rustling of fabric as the concubines shift uncomfortably on their seats. sukuna’s wet and unusually long tongue starts licking the base of your shoulder to the back of your ear, before placing his thick and robust thigh between your quivering legs. 

your exposed cunt sticks to his skin, pussy folds flapping open. with practiced ease, as if manipulating the strings of a marionette, he subtly guided your movements. he has your pulsing clit riding the ridges of his thigh as if gushing all over will save you from inevitable demise. 

“m… mhm!” no longer entirely in control of your own form, you turn and sway in a helpless dance to his hands’ command. a gasp tinged with surprise and undeniable pleasure, escapes your lips and echoes softly in the confines of the room. you feel the searing heat of the concubines’ gazes drilling into you, a tangible weight of disapproval and something more primal — a flicker of envious fascination.

“for a condemned woman, aren’t you loving this too much?” sukuna takes the reins to your body. with speed that has your heavy tits bouncing, he secures your waist and drags your slick pussy faster and more recklessly. 

pleasure, sharp and electric at first, surges through your core, blossoming outwards like a firework. your cunt clenches and unclenches involuntarily, a delicious tremor wracking your body. the world narrows, sound and sight fading at the edges as every nerve ending sings with a single, glorious purpose. slowly, the intensity ebbs to leave a pleasant afterglow that paints your limbs with a newfound weight.

you’re but a tiny speck compared to sukuna’s imposing body; a feeble creature under the jurisdiction of a god. 

possessive hands have found you in your fleeting refuge, scooping your lower body up like you weigh nothing. with the tip of his finger he traces the curve of your spine, pressing enough weight to flatten your stomach against the tatami mat. 

“even your back is filled with lacerations,” he points out brusquely.

sukuna’s hefty cock drops to the base of your spine, its puffed up cocktip lazily pulsing to leak his thick liquids of pre-ejaculate. it must’ve been a whole arm laying heavy against your spine, warm with a gluttonous desire to ram itself through the sloppy confines of your pussy. 

and you lay there, waiting for his teeth and his claws and his animalistic hunger to devour. he presses his chest to your back, filling your ears with promises that he’s going to feed on you, eat you down to the marrow of your bones— and you’ll love it. 

“look at them,” sukuna hisses as he tugs at your forehead, “i want you to look at them while i fuck you.”

with your flesh you’ve received him like some kind of communion from root to tip. he hammers your cunt with his cock, until the heat of his savage lust reaches the pit of your belly. you feel his warmth soiling your cervix and uterus with every vigorous thrust. 

“oh! m… mhm!”  completely overtaken by sukuna, your thighs can only twitch as he destroys your insides. 

“you’re soaking wet,” he groans in your ear, deliberately adjusting his pace so he can coat his thick girth all over with your creamy hole, “and so fucking tight.” 

sukuna grunts like a wounded animal each time his cocktip kisses the smooth spot of your womb. a sheen of sweat glazes his body, tattoos aglow in the lanterns, from manically fucking your cunt. he bares his fangs whenever you tighten around his shaft enfolded with prominent and proud veins. 

the once vibrant forms of the concubines, their faces alight with prurient interest, dissolve into a sea of indistinct shapes as fog descends upon your sight. you’ve been reduced to a babbling and drooling mess, unable to grasp the reality that you’re being mounted and fucked to madness before several witnesses.

sukuna extends his hand, searching for your abandoned clit during his primal need to turn your pussy to pulp. 

“there it is,” he breathes against your clammy cheek, satisfied at his discovery. 

“n… no! not there…!” you pant as the last thread of reason frays and snaps. 

a tempestuous force of pleasure sweeps through you, leaving behind a tremor that has shaken you to the core. around you, a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations spins until a guttural moan runs from your lips, delivered by the exquisite torment of rapture. your nails scrape desperately across the tatami mat, clinging at the remnants of spilled sanity. 

sukuna cackles at your desperation to find a moment’s reprieve. the roughened end of his fingers dip into your yielding flesh as he forcefully slams your pussy back to his cock.  

“you’re not going anywhere,” he pronounces frenziedly, his eyes blowing wide. sukuna’s desperation for release intensifies to the point where he’s blatantly manhandling you, brutalizing your cunt and his cock during the process of reaching zenith. flesh meets flesh, fervid thrusts after fervid thrusts, until he feels that familiar coil in his own stomach. 

sukuna plugs your abused cunt with inconceivable amounts of cum. his cock pulses wildly, shooting globules straight to your womb it’s almost physically possible to feel his viscous cum filling every crevice of your uterus. when he’s finally pulled out, ropy cum still links his raw cocktip to your pulsing pussy hole. despite such a mind-numbing culmination, sukuna’s cock refuses to yield. it springs up proudly, aching for another taste.  

“what a sight,” sukuna issues with cavernous and demonic utterance, pertaining to your body lying inert upon the tatami mat. he sweeps the sodden hair from his brow with a lordly air, his pride evident in the contemptuous curve of his lips. 

look at the state he’s reduced you to. his thick ejaculation pools around your lower body because your little pussy can’t hold all of him. with an indifferent shrug, sukuna lowers his formidable body to your level. and only when the malevolent glint in his eyes becomes apparent does the gravity of the situation dawn upon you.

he starts fucking your cunt with his tongue.

you grit your teeth in response as sukuna places your knees upon his shoulders, burying the slimy width of his tongue in your heated pussy. it’s no mere licking— he’s practically shoved his tongue up your gummy walls, toying with the warmth of his cum pooled in your poor cunt while simultaneously licking your puffed up clit. 

“o… oh! c… can’t— please, please!” drool seeps between your gritted cuspids after your hysterical plea.

pearlescent tears warm the corner of your eyes. your sensitivity from his rigorous fucking has not yet abated, but another swell of release approaches at a hand’s reach. down to your heart, the bundles of nerves and veins constrict painfully because it’s too much. you have nowhere else to put the pleasure— the imminent pinnacle will utterly ruin you.

i’m losing my mind

i’m losing my mind

i’m losing my mind—

when ecstasy is but a heartbeat away, sukuna withdraws, denying you the finality your body craves. as if saved from drowning, you suck in and grace your lungs with air only to be propelled back to the brink of delirium when he lifts you up from the floor like a breeze. 

with carnal ferocity, he seizes the meaty flesh of your haunches with two of his limbs, while the others secure your torso. there and there, sukuna slots his insatiable cock in your dribbling cunt; an act that he’s accomplished without effort because you’re so wet, he’s slid right in. 

everyone has witnessed sukuna’s cock abusing your tingling pussy; all can see how he bounces your tingling cunt along his stiff length without strain. 

“yes… squeeze my cock like the obedient girl you are,” he sibilates on your face, followed by a harsh chuckle. “you can’t hear me now, can you?”

the voice is a distant echo, barely perceptible to your waning senses. your body, devoid of strength, limps completely in sukuna’s embrace. he buries his face in the crooks of your damped neck, groaning and babbling as he ruts into your swollen pussy. 

“how come you’re still so fucking tight?”

hasn’t he prepared you for his sheer girth? hasn’t he stimulated your pussy enough to hug his cock smoothly and effortlessly? you’ve already coated his balls shiny with all the slick your cunt has produced, but sukuna’s chest tightens because you’re milking him with a viselike grip. 

yes, it is human that he’s even affected by this carnal desire. what more can he do? he feels faint with exultation merely by fucking you. 

sukuna pumps your pussy to the hilt with slow yet profound thrusts. he bares his teeth down the blade of your shoulder as the maelstrom of release engulfs him completely. battered by waves of ecstasy, he grunts with your flesh between his teeth, the rough sound reverberating deep from his belly.

you must’ve reached the peak with him— you absolutely cannot tell. the only thing that your puddled mind can grasp is the swirl of his potent cum in the pit of your womb and the endless pulse of your cunt as you struggle to accommodate his release. 

petrified and silent, the remaining concubines are as fixed in place as if struck by an immobilizing spell. yet they watch— they watch intently while sukuna’s cock throbs with white strings of cum dripping from your cunt hole down to his balls and thighs. a hefty amount pools beneath him, oozing from where the both of you are connected. 

the envy that consumed them is a silent, suffocating thing, a palpable presence thick enough to choke. this envy deepens as they witness the delicacy with which sukuna has placed your dormant body on his own tatami mat. they grit their teeth secretly, throwing every known curse your way. may your womb not bear the fruits of sukuna’s seed, they vehemently pray. 

for ryomen sukuna, it’s nothing but a moment’s weakness, a foreign string of unknown emotion that you’ve managed to evoke from him. and even though he’s beyond human grace, he’s wasted your body to his own satisfaction, it’s only right to touch you with his claws retracted.

“performance is over, my dearests,” sukuna announces while a smirk tugs at his lips. facing his concubines, he dons his fundoshi haphazardly that it barely covers what it means to hide. 

“w… what will become of her, my lord?” one dares to ask. 

a fleeting, imperious gaze from sukuna sweeps over you before ushering the women from the opulent chamber. “you shouldn’t worry yourselves about such trivial matters. she will meet her own reckoning by my hands.”

a wave of malicious satisfaction ripples through the group as they exchange covert nods. you’re already a dead woman. with poisonous glee, they bow before ryomen sukuna with their faces shaped in unbridled mirth. 

“make sure that my wives are accompanied home safely,” sukuna orders the nearest guards. he tastes their fear hanging heavy in the air just by being in his presence. oh, humans. 

as the group began to retreat, they cast over their shoulders a flurry of flirtatious farewells to the imposing sukuna. however, before they could vanish entirely from sight, his deep voice cut through their progress.

“guards, before i forgot…” sukuna displays a grotesque smile filled with malice. “kill them all. i want nineteen heads on my feet tomorrow.”

they say he is a devil. 

you say he is a god. 

and despite all the names, sukuna has found himself a place of worship, with you as his altar. 

[voidfell]

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