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love-toxin · 2 months ago
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Commissions open!
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(excuse the fact that I queued this only to realize I accidentally set it for next year RIP)
But either way, here you are, lovelies! I have lots of slots open right now so make sure to send me an email if you'd like to inquire or request a commission!
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tht0nesimp · 2 years ago
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OKAY GUYS IGNORE ME JUST ABSOLUTELY SIMPING FOR AN OC
(this OC happens to be morgan from @love-toxin who i do not know how they feel about people writing about their OCs so.....)
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TW: yandere themes, kidnapping, dark ass shit, non-con(?), punishment system, blind yandere, darling may become disabled?
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Pain, all you felt was pain that eclipsed all thoughts in a thick jolting wave
"hmm? have you learned your lesson?" He asked as you violently shook on his soft carpeted floor, trying to make words out but they were cut short by a small shock "okay i guess..." you heard his soft footsteps reach the kitchen to grab an unknown item that was quickly revealed as your wrists were wrapped tightly with zip ties and you were carried bridal style to his bed. Being dropped suddenly on it and tucked in "we have work to do darling"
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You sat with the thick blindfold over your eyes, reaching out for morgan touch to no avail as you were unable to even know whether he was sitting just out of your reach or in the arcade working
You nearly made it out of his apartment the other day, He was pissed when he found you on the last lock of his door
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I LOVE HIM
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phantom-ofthelibrary · 11 months ago
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@love-toxin I'm so sorry, ever since I read trapped, whenever I reread the final scene all I can think of is this meme-
(spoilers for trapped)
reader when they walk in on Harley butchering someone to feed to the pigs, after they've already committed and are hooked on that dick:
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somnoir · 4 months ago
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Bats and Phantoms - Part 3
Part 3 | Masterpost
Cassandra and Jasmine
Jazz has always been concerned for her siblings. Why wouldn't she? Dan was a former world ender, Danny was ghost king (or was it crown prince?), and Ellie was almost always everywhere. In all honesty, if was overwhelming.
But she'd be damned to not love them no matter what.
Visiting Gotham to see if Danny was okay was... Well, she just had to. Somehow, her brother's have caught the eye of vigilantes and that was obviously bad.
Her phone buzzed and once again she's plagued by Dan's messages.
Younger-Older-Bigger: Should I stalk Nightwing???
Older-definitely: No. Please don't.
Older-definitely: We already have to worry about Danny getting stalked by a crime lord
Younger-Older-Bigger: Yeah but I'm not a crime lord
Older-definitely: NO
Older-definitely: STOP
Older-definitely: DAN
Younger-Older-Bigger: ᕙ⁠(⁠ ⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠•⁠ ⁠ ⁠)⁠ᕗ
Why? Why did they have to be like this? Weapon training was somehow the automatic bonding activity for the Fenton/Masters siblings. Dan and Danny liked to fight with sword a little too much and Ellie was all to happy to throw daggers at people. Jazz preferred her lazers and blasters (though her aim was wonky at first, it got better... She promised.)
So here she was, in Gotham... Making sure her brother wasn't being seduced by a crime lord. But of course, she was a Fenton born and bred and raised. Gotham apparently had literal alarms that alerted the entire city of a massive attack. Her phone even got an alert from... WE warning. Wayne Enterprises?
Okay... Apparently Scarecrow was running amok and plaguing the streets with his fear toxin. Oh, Danny was going to go feral.
(A couple blocks away, Danny Fenton was high on the fear and giggling to himself. Yes.)
And also Gothamites carried gasmasks around. What a wonderful day to leave hers behind.
She's already cough, closing her eyes as she desperately tried to stay sane. Her liminal and almost half a state should have made the effects different from her but apparently she wasn't ghost enough to feel euphoric.
Stumbling into the closest building she could find, she's desperately gasping when a gasmask was pressed against her face. Jazz can barely register the dark haired girl with asian features who was hurriedly hauling her to her feet and away from the door.
It takes a minute before she's registering the girl, blinking when she saw her making gestures. Again, it takes her another minute to realize it's sign language.
Thank God she had paranoid siblings who took those classes in case they couldn't speak. But with her brain filled with feat toxin, she's clumsy in signing back but there's some mild surprise in the girl's eyes. But Jazz is conscious enough to notice the tense way the girl stood, how her stance was prepared for a fight. Maybe that was normal Gothamites behavior...
At least, she was communicating with someone. Someone who's really pretty too. God, was the fear toxin making her dopy? That can't be, right?
Cass had seen a pretty redheaded girl fall to her knees, and yet she had more resistance to fear toxin than local Gothamites. It was almost interesting really, but she's not going to dwell on it when this girl was choking for air.
Words don't easily process for her but her body moves without much thought, signing to her if she was okay. The girl, clearly disoriented, looks confused before realization bleeds into her strangely bright eyes—then she's clumsily signing back.
She says her name is Jasmine, like the flower, the princess—call her Jazz, she insists.
And she replies that she's Cassandra—like the character from Rapunzel, like the girl from Greek muths—just call her Cass tho.
When Jazz is in her arms, Cass can feel some muscles through her clothes. This girl wasn't as frail as she look. No. This was a trained fighter, someone who knew how to defend themselves without a problem. Cass should be wary, but at the same time she was worried.
She knows she should be going out there and helping but Oracle had immediately told her to help the civilians in the area. Batman, Robin, Red Robin, and Spoiler were handling the situation but the civilians had to be protected at all costs. She might not be able to help as orphan in that moment but she could as Cass Wayne.
The commotion gets worse once Scarecrow's henchmen start raiding the place with every weapon they could get their hands on. She fights to the best of her abilities, watching, predicting, but what she didn't predict was a loud blast tearing through the place and shattering the window.
Cass can see a blast of green spark through the air before directly hitting the Jonathan Crane. The man is blasted into a wall, groaning before he's knocked out.
Her eyes dart to where the blast came from.
Jazz, the strange girl she has just met, was holding a strange gun.
(In the distance, Danny was still very much high and was not aware that one of his maniacal invention had actually worked in his sister's favor.)
Part 4 | Masterpost
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thegirlinthecher · 2 months ago
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 9 months ago
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jin guangshan and lan qiren yaoi perhaps? since their shapes create a perfect balance?
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Two old men perform worlds first successful 96.
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Jonathan Crane's Office || Ruben Bergeron
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kittykatninja321 · 1 year ago
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When people say “Jason wouldn’t smoke because he died of smoke inhalation” I respectfully have to disagree, because if there’s one thing Jason is going to do he’s going to take aspects of his trauma and use them for himself and push on them like a bruise (he takes the name red hood, he uses explosives and guns, the crowbars were lame but they weren’t out of character), so I don’t think that would stop him from smoking. The way I see it I think Jason would be one of those people who occasionally smokes a cigarette when things are Particularly Bad, even though they swear they stopped smoking, like a maladaptive coping mechanism basically
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betterthanbatman1 · 1 year ago
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I’m so-
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eva105 · 2 months ago
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I certainly like to imagine that my favorite characters (when it's yandere au) love you with such devotion and love... But... if you imagine that this really happens to you... Bbrrr...😰 It makes me shudder...
kinktober day 14 - alucard.
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warnings: brat taming, breeding, noncon, hypnosis, hate sex, spanking, mild misogyny, bruises/marking, kidnapping/captivity, pet names, afab reader.
word count: 2k
However many days you've been trapped here, every night still feels like the first. You can't imagine hell changes that much lest it lose that which makes it what it is, and the same can be applied to the deceased Dracula's castle. 
It's all the same. The moon rises into the night sky, and you're faced with the ultimate decision--fight for your life, or succumb to the desires of the vampire that keeps you captive here. 
"Fuck you!"
You spit your own blood into his face, the cut across your lip filling your mouth with the taste of copper and sweat. Alucard keeps trying to move you on to your stomach, but is intervened by a kick to the shoulder or your hand swiping at him to try and scratch his eyes out with your nails. He's just lucky you haven't tried to stomp on his balls or bite his dick off, but usually you can't get quite close enough to try. The one time he tried to pull you down to give him head you punched him square in the nose, and took him so off guard you actually managed to leave a bruise. So that isn't on his agenda quite yet. 
But fucking a baby into your belly certainly is. 
"Such an attitude...it wouldn't hurt you to be a little accommodating, darling." 
There's no question that his strength outmatches yours, but your fighting spirit certainly trumps his own when every battle means life and death. You won't stop thrashing even when he's just trying to give you a kiss to calm you down, and despite being a calm person even the saintliest person would get aggravated having to deal with this every night. It's getting a little ridiculous, in his opinion--it's not like he's trying to kill you, after all. 
"...I don't want to have to do this to you. But I will."
You scream more obscenities in his face and make a grab for his hair to yank on it, and at that point whatever self-control inside him just snaps. Alucard's fingers close around your throat and while you claw at them to try and pry him off, he stares you down with crimson eyes and utters his command in a voice so deep it rumbles the walls of the bedroom. 
"Relax."
Immediately your expression relaxes, your eyes go blank, your arms fall back at your sides. You're not even looking at him, just staring into space as the spell reaches every limb of your body and effectively tranquilizes you. He hates to say it, but watching you go limp is so relieving. 
"That's a good girl. My good girl…"
He pets your hair with a careful hand, keeping his distance just enough in case you miraculously wake from your hypnotized state. But you keep still and obedient like the princess he knows you are, and finally he can breathe a sigh of relief as he works on getting the rest of your clothes off. 
You're such a beautiful woman. You remind him a little of his mother, in the way you're so bold and curious and sweet when you want to be...perhaps that's why he wants to make you one so badly. He wants to watch you running after his baby through the halls of the castle, and hold your child to your breast to feed him, or put him to bed in his cradle and turn to look at your husband and smile. You would make such beautiful babies for him, but dread still fills a pit in his stomach at knowing how you're going to behave once you wake from the spell--this time he may actually have to chain you down, lest you do something horrific and rid yourself of the child that will soon be growing inside you. He can't take another loss like that. 
But before that comes, he'll have to make sure he impregnates you first--and God, if that isn't his favourite part. Your legs already tremble as he slips the last piece of clothing off them, and in a half-second of thought he flips you on to your stomach and raises your hips up by propping your knees underneath you. You might not be able to keep this position once he gets going, but the sight of your perfect little slit peeking out at him just makes him rock solid at once. One hand on each cheek, he spreads them apart to run his tongue through your folds a few times, you're used to him by now so you don't need much preparation. And while he's here, his mind wanders and he dares to spare a lick to your back door, your precious body trembling violently as he tongues at the puckered little hole and sucks on your rim for a fleeting moment, just to make you jolt and gush a little bit so his entrance will be easier. Plowing your asshole raw isn't his goal for right now, but it's a good bit of information to have in case he really needs to teach his foul-mouthed little girl a lesson. 
But now's the time. Alucard sits up on his knees and guides his cock towards you, giving you a few slaps against your cunt to see if you'll moan a little bit. It's a shame you rarely do when you're under this spell, but it doesn't mean you won't still like it once he finally aligns himself and pushes in, your sweet walls spreading and stretching to accommodate his girth with every inch. Even if you're a raging brat yourself, at least your body knows who it belongs to. 
"Such a well-behaved pussy...is this all my because of me? Or have you been stuffing these fingers of yours into your greedy cunt while I'm gone?" 
A breathy laugh escapes him, the thought of you masturbating while he sleeps so delicious it's uncanny--especially after he's creampied you on one of these many long nights. You're not demure like other women and you've got the attitude of a man, so it's only natural to think you might be much lewder than you let on. But the way you shake as he sinks into you is enough of a sign that that's both true and not. You're horny enough to appreciate good cock when you find one, but you still know your place as a woman is beneath a strong, virile man. 
Funny, he's never quite thought of women in this way before. It's only you that he feels so strongly about….perhaps that means that you're the one, and you're triggering his dominant instincts to breed you and take care of you. Either way it doesn't matter, he's got you pinned underneath him and pulsing around his thick cock, which must mean you're ready--and he's more than happy to oblige, your pussy sucking him back in as he pulls out to the tip and giving in completely when he slams his hips back into you so hard he pitches you forwards. Your body twinges in pain when he does it again, did he hurt your back? Maybe that's a good thing. It'll teach you not to fuck around when he tells you what he wants. 
"That's it, just like that...relax, and let my cock stir you up inside so you can take my seed. I know you like it when I'm rough." 
As if to prove his point, you squeal on command as he spanks you with an open palm, your ass jiggling with the hit and with the way he times his thrusts to hit those soft places inside you. He doesn't even need to keep you still, you're basically backing up on his cock yourself even though the movement is unconscious--and he can use both his hands to grab your asscheeks and slap them in tandem, beating the soft skin so bad that he's already leaving deep bruises and welts  you'll have to tend to when you wake up. 
"This'll make it harder to run, won't it?'
He can't help it, he has to say it with a sinister grin on his face. You're clearly enjoying getting fucked like an animal and it's such a breath of fresh air, he's starting to wonder whether he should just keep you like this always. He's so sick of your relentless fighting and your attitude, and having you pliable and needy like this is so good for his stress relief. You're more like a sex doll than a human, like an obedient housewife, and even if he loves you he can only take you wearing him out so much before he starts to crack. And every roll of his hips is even better than the last when you're like this, he's losing himself so quickly he might just bust before he's enjoyed it to the fullest extent-
"Wh-What are you doing?! Get the fuck off me!"
Shit. Seems as though he's lost himself a little too much--his concentration has waned for too long, and now his well-behaved princess has turned into a raging bitch once more, your feet flailing out to kick him off and your shoulders twisting as you try to turn and scratch at him to push him away. But he's so close, and he's not about to let you ruin another good moment, so he grabs both of your shoulders and shoves you back down so hard he leaves fingerprint-shaped bruises in your back. 
"You're going to be a mother," 
He moans, ripping into you at an even faster pace as his orgasm teeters closer and closer. Fuck trying to be gentle at this point, he doesn't care if he breaks your spine--every thrust tears the air from your lungs and leaves you gasping, and as it turns out that's exactly how he likes you. 
"Whether you want to or not. Now be good and relax--or else I'll find another way for you to be useful to me. A much more painful one." 
You can't even respond now, tears pouring down your cheeks while he reams you with so much force he might just tear you open, and he can feel his glutes tightening as he hurdles forward towards his end. Each hard buck makes his balls slap against your clit too, and the sudden squeeze of your pussy milking him is the last thing he needs to let loose all of it--Alucard spreads your cheeks and spits on to your asshole to work his thumb inside, and with that last clench of him violating your only other hole, he growls a string of curses and blows his load directly into your awaiting womb. He thrusts again and again with every blast of cum that pours into you, and only once he's finally spent does he collapse on top of you, shaking and stimulated about as much as he can handle. 
The silence beckons him into slumber, but he can't go quite yet. You're a complete mess, pussy sopping wet with cum and tears dried against your cheeks, a sniffle here and there being the only thing that interrupts the quietness of the air around you. You need tending to, and he does so with a gentle hand threading through your hair and another running down your side, massaging some of the aches from your muscles that will undoubtedly still leave you bedbound tomorrow. 
"Good girl."
He whispers into your skin, feeling the tremble that comes after it. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe all you needed was a little training to be at your full potential…
"My good girl...you'll be such a good mother."
...and a healthy amount of sweet, delectable fear. 
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killerzys · 5 months ago
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I got bored and wanted to draw SOMETHING so I drew my OC and darks OC radio. The design looks really cool and it was fun drawing the.
Radio belongs to @thedarkzyxabyss (sorry for the @ but yeah!!)
Toxin belongs to Me ^^
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the3rddenialist · 2 months ago
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Bindings
{x} The Toxin from @slay-the-heroine by @tai-janai {x}
I've been thinking about her <3
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RED VERSION
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geekgirles · 11 months ago
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Lady Echo: A Character Analysis
Before we dive in, there's something about me you should know. I'm a TV Tropes truther. That site is my Bible. If a piece of media interests me, then you'd better believe I have visited its TV Tropes page.
And because of that, Echo in particular is a character I've been meaning to talk about for a while now, because I get the feeling people tend to overlook what I feel is the true core of her character at the end of season 3.
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As you can see, while other tropes go more into detail about her true motivations behind betraying Oropo, that part of her character ends up being reduced to being a Woman Scorned, and while that certainly applies here, I really don't think that's the trope that best encapsulates her character and her decisions at the end of the season.
A Woman Scorned is essentially any woman who has been wronged by the person she loves and seeks revenge or has at least expressed great anger. And it can go from being cheated on by a partner, or simply being rejected by their love interest and not taking it well. And both heroic and villainous characters can be the ones to break her heart. In fact, Arpagone too would be an example of this trope, as even if her feelings for Ruel are still there, most of her actions are motivated by the pain she feels for his decision to choose money over her.
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As you can see, this all fits with Echo's actions and feelings at the end of season 3, but it's very general overall. Which is why, in my humble opinion, Echo is a better example of Love Forgives All but Lust.
This trope is essentially a deconstruction of tropes centred around the appeal bad boys have for women. The thing about women falling for bad boys is that those women tend to know they're bad news, and beyond a desire to be the ones to change them, the real reason that interest is born is because they're attracted to the idea of the bad boy being a jerk to everyone, but them. Love Forgives All but Lust is what happens when the woman is rudely awakened from that delusion.
In other words, when they realise not even they are safe from their partner's worst actions. And what is the best way to have a woman feel betrayed to the point of seeking revenge? Unfaithfulness.
Sure, they will forgive their partner if it turns out he's a serial killer, but if he cheats? Then he's the one who's dead.
An example of Love Forgives All but Lust is when the police is trying to get a mafioso's wife/girlfriend to testify against her lover, but she refuses to cooperate... until she discovers her husband/boyfriend has a lover, then she'll do everything to bring him down.
If you think about it, this is essentially what happened between Echo and Oropo after he revealed he only ever "loved" Amalia. Even if Echo is a much more active player in Oropo's machinations than simply being aware of them, having helped him carry over his plans for centuries as his second-in-command.
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After he kissed Amalia and claimed Echo never meant anything to him compared to her, that's when Echo totally lost it. And her subsequent actions are a direct result of his betrayal. It never had anything to do with Echo seeing the error of her ways, as we all know.
Think about it, it wasn't until Oropo chose Amalia over her, after everything they had ever been through, that Echo truly struck. Once it became apparent her lover didn't care for her nearly as much as she cared for him, that's when Echo revealed his true plans: to destroy the gods, he must destroy the World of Twelve and deprive them of followers. In other words, he was willing to commit mass genocide for the sake of his dream.
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Moreoever, the fact that she got to reveal the true extent of his plans at all already highlights that only she knew about them. All along, Echo knew what Oropo was planning, the consequences of his dreams, and she never once stopped believing in his cause. Their conversation in episode 6 even going as far as explaining Echo already believed in him and supported his dreams before ever falling for him, meaning she can't even excuse her actions by saying her feelings blinded her. Because she was perfectly aware of Oropo's plans all along.
And yet, that didn't stop her from loving him. If anything, it was only another reason she fell in love with him.
No, it wasn't until Oropo broke her heart that she ever went against him.
If you ask me, this all reads as Echo not minding Oropo's most questionable tendencies because she was convinced she was exempt from ever being at the receiving end of his worst actions. After all, she had been by his side the longest, witnessing how he got rid of demigods that failed to meet his standards or were no longer useful (going with what the show claims, I haven't read Ogrest's manga). It wasn't until he kissed Amalia and shoved her aside that Echo realised not even she was safe from him.
And it was because Oropo had had no qualms to screw her over that Echo decided it was her turn to screw him over. And hence, she revealed his plans to the Brotherhood of the Forgotten, not because she'd seen the error of her ways, but because Oropo had hurt her and she wanted to make him bleed in turn.
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In the end, Echo's actions weren't fuelled solely by revenge or even jealousy, they were fuelled by the bitter realisation that she never meant as much to Oropo as he meant to her. It was about realising he had no qualms hurting her, not about how he had no qualms hurting anyone else.
It was about Echo not being enough for Oropo.
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And for me, that's why Echo is a better example of Love Forgives All but Lust.
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mutalieju · 9 months ago
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I've been catching up with comics with Scarecrow & rereading some of my old faves
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talk-danmei-to-me · 2 months ago
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If anyone’s ever been curious as to what manhwa I’m currently reading:
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Against All Odds
A First of Summers
Jinx
Steel Under Silk (waiting on season 2)
Toxin
The Ghost’s Nocturne
A Twisted Fate (waiting on season 2)
Missing Love: The Marrying Man
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Injecting you with thoughts 👉😌)))
What if Jonathan injected his lover with the fear toxin, just a tiny drop to help them build immunity
And it turns out that they're terribly afraid of losing him, specifically
They cling to him hours after the toxin's worn off
The thought is eating me alive
Jon watching their expression change
sweat beads on their forehead
the shiver
all his normal
but then
they cry "don't leave me"
"I can't live without you Scarecrow"
.....without me? he thinks
he stops
puts down the syringe
holds them tight as if out of instinct
and their grip is so tense
no more toxin tonight
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