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world-prayers Ā· 9 months ago
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Astral Travel: Mastering Out-of-Body Experience
Soar out of your body and explore hidden dimensions! Ascend with Angels: Achieve Profound Out-of-Body Experiences & Master Astral Travel. Astral travel, the ability to explore the unseen realms, beckons with the promise of boundless adventure and profound self-discovery. However, navigating the astral plane can be a daunting task. Fear, uncertainty, and a lack of guidance can hinder yourā€¦
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ishibishie Ā· 4 days ago
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champions' day off
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transmasc-rose Ā· 5 months ago
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RULES: make a poll with 5 of your all-time favorite characters and then tag 5 people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite! (tagged by @seaweedstarshine)
Tagging (don't worry if you don't want to/have done it already!): @transgenderdoctorwhomst @27-27-gruff-triplets @quietwingsinthesky @lost-tardis-room @a-shard-of-quartz-lol
#rose rambles#thank you for the tag!!! :D#like Tree I tried to keep it to one per fandom#which meant I had to pick one from doctor who...#if I'd kept it to just dw It'd be Nine/Rose/Amy/Clara/the Master#also for the characters with the & symbol#its because both characters are Very Strongly Associated#Grima is the dragon/deity that possesses Robin in fea that he was like#born to be the vessel of. You usually prevent it from happening but the DLC/future story has it happen#and the story is preventing an event that by one view already occurred#as for Hermes and Fandaniel. Hermes was the ''full'' soul who took on the position of Fandaniel#and Fandaniel as mentioned on the poll refers to the soul piece in ''modern'' time that takes on the mantle of Fandaniel and body of Asahi#and has the memories of Fandaniel#but doesn't fully identify as Hermes#Fandaniel#or his most recent life Amon#he wants to blow up the world to end reincarnationšŸ‘#might as well explain the other two then for doctor who followers uhh#Jin is part of STREGA#a group of teens that were experimented on to awaken their Personas artificially#which is slowly killing them (their psyche is physically lashing out at them). So they also. Try to end the world.#The kids are left taking ''persona suppressors'' which is an experimental medication that is both the only thing keeping them alive and is#also slowly killing them. It doesn't get the chance to kill Jin though.#he's one of 3 (4 if you count the light novel) surviving kids out of 100 from the experiment and by the end of the game only Chidori is lef#And now Will Graham.#You probably all know Will Graham. And I have rambled long enough. But he's the origin of one of my names.#Most of these guys are villains thats just sort of how these themes get represented#and I'm nothing if not consistent lmao
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ieidolon Ā· 9 days ago
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now that i'm playing dragon age: veilguard i understand hbomberguy so much better. think i could probably do a 3.5 hours long video called "dragon age: the veilguard is FINE and here's why"
#the writing in dragon age has Always been a bit clunky it's part of the charm#but yes there are sections in DAV that made me go ā€œoh noooā€#but no it isn't as bad as people say#the mechanics are fun idc. it's bad that my new laptop can run all of BG3 fine but becomes laggy as hell in any city location in DAV tho#companions r generally charming and they're all professionals so it makes sense they're less prone to big fights than say DAO morrigan#but yes i do miss having a bit more tension in the party sometimes#the character creator is great for dudes but yea it would probably b cool if it were possible to have curvier bodies for those who want tha#but no it isn't literally impossible to make good-looking rooks. it's quite easy actually#and like yeah you can't have wildly out there body types but it's pretty cool that you can be a geralt type a twink or chubby as a dude#(i play male characters and have only done the female cc once for a custom f!inquisitor so i have more experience w that one)#the qunari also look. fine? the antaam don't look too soft or anything so far#the majority of complaints against this game were stupid and not rooted in anything real#BUT!!! i don't love it#solas continues to be a highlight#lucanis is great so far and i love neve#neve's voice acting is amazing#she manages to make some very disappointing lines sound good#but..... i can't pretend the writing *isn't* awkward in places#d'meta's crossing stands out to me as a pretty bad case of overly direct storytelling#(spoilers) talking to the mayor was deeply disappointing! he just TOLD rook what he did and why. it felt so anticlimactic#especially bc the imagery in the village was striking and grotesque#but there didn't feel like there was any payoff#other sections have been great#but DAV just feels like it completely lacks subtlety at times#the other DA games haven't always been masters of show dont tell but this section felt like a first draft#like someone was working out the story and didn't have time to polish the script at all before the voice actors were called in#idk it really stands out to me as bad#also yeah it's noticeable that you don't really get to do evil things. at least not yet
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rainofthetwilight Ā· 1 year ago
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hey guys wanna hear about how today some guy at my school jumped to the other side of the school wall just to look for a ball
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ofknowlcdge Ā· 9 months ago
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when you made your au version of the master with zero drumbeats in his head so he's just been going around causing tiny inconveniences for the doctor. but also made him for the au doctor i have who really just followed the doctor because the shit ran away and left you so you've just been wanting to find him but he's been hard to find and then you do and give him a heart attack? attacks? and have to start his hearts again because you gave him a surprise he didn't expect clearly and did something dumb? so now he's generally just somewhere close by the Doctor! Listen the master spent so long finding him he refuses to let him go so soon.
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fingertipsmp3 Ā· 1 year ago
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Trying to sign up to this freelance website as a ghostwriter/essay writer/etc & realising that truly the only thing I donā€™t like writing is bios
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midnightcitymoon Ā· 4 months ago
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People always speak well of me even in rooms iā€™m not in & every negative work said about me just makes the speaker look 10x as bad.
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Everyone who meets or knows me adores me & is charmed by me so much theyā€™re a little in love with me.
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Everyone who fumbled me as both friend & love interest regrets it every day & misses me every day & feels their life is worse without me in it. with no harm to me, so mote it be.
11:11 ā˜†MiracleMakeAWishComeTrueSpellšŸŒ™
Eleven-Eleven, This is a call to all angels in heaven, give me a miracle and make my wish come true!
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Like to Charge, Reblog To Cast spell
#i always have people to do all the things i want to do and they invite me#everything always works out for me exactly how i wanted or better#every day i get healthier & wealthier & happier & luckier because i flourish & grow in abundance&love&success&wellness with my every breath#i am a master manifestor and a magnet to all good things bc my life is better than a rom com#i am a magnet to successful opportunities and loving relationships#i can have a bm in 45 minutes bc my digestive system is back to how i was when i was 11#i am a successful womenā€™s lifestyle journalist and have the job of my dreams#i have such an amazing life i frequently make stas overwhelmingly jealous#my life is as great as allieā€™s or better & i get 10x as many opportunities as sheā€™s had to get & have & experience everything i want or mor#all of my wishes come true and the universe/powers that be grant me all that i ask for or better & as ive willed it so it is & so im gratef#i have friends who do cute aesthetic parties & trips with me always included just like juliette d & her friends do#i buy whatever i want because money for fun things comes to me easily in abundance#i am a successful womens magazine writer at conde nast or hearst or meredith magazines#i have a soul tribe and am surrounded by lifelong friends who adore me and really get me#I am a powerful ā€‹witch whose spells & potions always work even better than intended & can manifest instantly&cast spells just w my thoughts#i have new friends who do cute aesthetic parties & trips with me & iā€™m always included just like juliette d & her friends do#i have that magic it quality&am as charming&magnetic&beloved as stas is 2 every1 who meets or knows me so everyone wants 2 be around me 24/#everyone who hurt me regrets how they treated me and misses me & feels the pain they caused me 10fold with no harm to me#iā€™m a beauty and fashion journalist by my 30th bday#every day i lose weight from fat and am achieving my ideal body of a tiny waist and hourglass figure and toned arms#my hair is healthy&shiny& does not shed excessively &grows quickly & gets lighter in color every day so its back to strawberry blonde#vic & stas miss me every day & wish they were still friends with me#i have new people and more experiences in my life that excite me and treat me wonderfully#i have a life filled with joy and magical realism & love & success & happiness & good health & fun & abundance & friendship & fulfillment#i am friends with jd & sm & rl & cmcd so i am a welcome & essential part of their friend group & included in all their activities#i am charismatic everyones drawn to me#i am in my reality of highest joy where everything always works out for me or better than i could imagine or ask for#i have a group of close female friends who make a big deal out of my birthday by my 30th bday#my intuition is very strong & gives me clear signs so i trust my own psychicness#kelly misses me & wants us to be bffs again & is a better friend to me constantly than i could ever hope for
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caffeinewitchcraft Ā· 1 month ago
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AITA for divorcing my vampire husband because he lied to me about his human job?
I (542 vampire) and my husband (260 vampire) have been together for a little over two centuries. Thereā€™s a saying in the vampiric community that it takes a century for a tryst to become an enduring partnership and another century to become soulmates. I thought that was true and that Matthew (using his real name because fuck you, Matthew) and I would be together foreverā€¦until this week.
First, let me explain a few things to the mortals here. I donā€™t mean that negatively ā€“ I came here specifically to get the opinion of those with a finite lifespan. However, I want to be fair to Matthew as much as possible and some of his decisions are very immortal-minded.
Both Matthew and I are vampires who have chosen to forsake some of our powers in exchange for the ability to daywalk. We made the transition together on our 100th anniversary almost 115 years ago. It wasnā€™t an easy transition for me. I was very dependent on human blood and I spent the first twenty years in almost constant sleep as my body adjusted to running off of less lunar magic and more solar magic.
It really felt like I was losing everything. My body got physically weaker and my powers began to disappear one by one. It felt like every time I woke, another part of me was missing. One day I could turn into a wolf, the next I could barely turn into a vapor. I could command a legion of undying servants, and then I could barely convince the mailman he didnā€™t see me levitate down from the second floor.
Matthew, however, took to daywalking like a werewolf to a sheep farm. He barely seemed to feel the pain of losing his power, maybe because he was so much younger than me. Whatever the case, he was out all the time once he stabilized. He would be gone for days sometimes and when he came back it was with fantastic stories about the humansā€™ new inventions or the new structures being built in whatever town we were in.
Iā€™m not saying I regret transitioning. Just that Matthew and I had very different experiences. It felt like he barely changed at all while my entire being got rewritten. Being immortal makes you comfortable in your own skin. I never doubted myself or my power after I turned 100. But becoming a daywalker made me feel like I was being born as a human again. It was humiliating and vulnerable. I have to admit there were times I resented how easily Matthew did it. I blamed him for not supporting me like I thought he should. I would daydream about draining a human in front of him, showing him what I thought of his fascination with them. I had all sorts of vile and vengeful thoughts. Iā€™m not proud of the person I was and now Iā€™m grateful Matthew wasnā€™t there to see the lows I sunk to.
Despite all my awful thoughts, I didnā€™t quit. I donā€™t know why, but I didnā€™t. I stuck with it and, day by day, things got easier.
After 26 years I began to stabilize. The benefits of being a daywalker slowly blossomed before me.Ā  Now I can say that I am completely happy with my daywalker status and all the changes itā€™s brought.
I am the most mentally stable I have been since my Turning in 1482. Itā€™s like Iā€™m awake. The fits of rage that used to consume me for months at a time have completely disappeared. I donā€™t experience the same level of obsession I used to which has freed up a lot of my time that I used to spend stalking my victims.
However, that drastic of a change would be challenging in any relationship. Matthew and I ended up together because of my obsessive nature. Our relationship became strained when that part of me went dormant. He expected me to follow his immersion into the human world just as I had followed him in his revenge quest against his Master. He expected me to support him wholeheartedly and with everything I was. He wanted sacrifices from me that I used to not even flinch at before making. But something was justā€¦different. We wanted different things. I wanted different things.
Matthew was obsessed with being the perfect human. He craved full immersion. He still makes it a point to get a human job every twenty years or so. Me? Iā€™m happy to live off our investments and some mild mind control while enjoying the art and theater community the humans have evolved.
It got bad. Some years, we spent like ghosts in our own house, drifting by each other without a glance. Other years, it was like we were spies behind enemy lines. He would do whatever he could to thwart me and I would go out of my way to ridicule him. Our vitriol poisoned the earth. Matthew didnā€™t speak to me for a full decade when that poison killed off an entire town.
About twenty years ago, it all came to a head. We had a serious sit-down talk about our relationship. It wasnā€™t easy. What they say about teaching an old dog new tricks is sometimes true. Matthew wanted me to be as involved with the humans as he was. He wanted me to care about them like he did. I wanted him to travel with me like we used to and not just hop from town to neighboring town (which he did to maintain a human identity with references so he could keep working). When it became clear that we were at an impasse, I brought up the idea of separation.
Separating in the vampiric world isnā€™t easy. There are a lot of alliances and blood oaths to be considered. Over the two centuries we spent together, we became known as a unit to a number of supernatural entities that we maintain an uneasy truce with. Separating would mean creating new oaths and alliances with the same individuals. And there was no guarantee that those individuals would make new pacts with both of you. A LOT of vampire couples end up in blood feuds while separating. Neither of us wanted that.
There was also, of course, the emotional side of things. While a lot of immortals tend to only feel muted emotions (especially vampires as old as me), Daywalking had made both of us more sensitive than weā€™d been before. We were both attached to the memories we shared and neither of us could imagine life without the other. After 200 years together, it felt like Matthew was my right arm, and I his. When I brought up separation, we both felt it like we were discussing an amputation.
After about a year of talking, we finally reached an agreement. We didnā€™t want to separate, and so we would compromise. I wouldnā€™t interfere with any of Matthewā€™s human jobs for the 15-17 years if he could hold them without arousing suspicion. In exchange, he would take a year off to go traveling with me before finding another town for us to live in. In between my trips, he would go to plays and galas with me to enjoy human artistry at least once a month.
Maybe our deal was in his favor. At the time, it felt practical and fair. A year of traveling wouldnā€™t undo Matthewā€™s string of connections. We would still see each other frequently by going on dates that I liked. Matthew would get to stay immersed in the human world at the level he wanted, and I could stay within my comfort zone.
Which brings me to my current problem.
We are currently at the start of one of Matthewā€™s work cycles. Heā€™s been everything from a fireman to a politician to a subway worker to a barista. He craves knowledge and connection to a terrifying degree. If it werenā€™t for how we move every 20 years and he goes without protest, Iā€™d call it obsession.
This cycle, Matthew told me he was going to be a teacher. I was hesitant. While the humans have become more tolerant and less violent over the years, that doesnā€™t mean they will tolerate us near their young. Enough humans know about vampires that staking in the modern era is a real possibility. Matthew could incite an angry mob against us or, heaven forbid, get a vampire hunter on our tail. I have yet to be shot, but I hear that they have silver bullets that hurt like Hell.
When I voiced my protests, Matthew reminded me about our agreement. He said that I wouldnā€™t interfere with his jobs and heā€™d go to all the plays I liked. He even pointed out that, as a teacher, he could get us into high school plays and expositions. I was uneasy, but agreements are penultimate to immortals. I silenced my objections and let him get a job as a science teacher at a local high school.
When Michael has had jobs in the past, Iā€™ve never really paid attention. One time he was a state senator for ten years and I never even heard him speak. I didnā€™t consider it worth my time to hear whatever his facsimile of a human would say. Real humanity is in the art they create, not in the parody Michael enacts.
But this oneā€¦I couldnā€™t ignore this one. Maybe it was because I was still uneasy about his proximity to human young or maybe I could sense his lies even at the beginning. Whatever the case, I watched him.
The first thing I noticed was the hours. He would go to work early and would often come home when it was time for us to sleep. When I asked him about it, he said that he wasnā€™t used to grading and that he had underestimated what it took to put a good lesson plan together. I visited some online forums and thatā€™s apparently reasonable for first year teachers.
He would also sometimes go in on the weekends. He missed one of our dates because there was a ā€œgrading emergencyā€ that needed his immediate attention. Something about a studentā€™s test getting lost and then found and he needed to input their grade before the deadline which was on Saturday. Humans like silly rules like that so I didnā€™t even look that one up. I just reminded him that he couldnā€™t miss our dates again or else he was breaking our deal. He apologized and said it wouldnā€™t happen again.
Then about three months into his new job, the phone calls started. We have a private room in our house for when we need to talk without any visitors overhearing. Michael moved all his school supplies in there, saying that he needed a silent space to concentrate on his grading. Whenever he got a call, he would never answer it in front of me. Instead, heā€™d say ā€œSorry, workā€ and just go into his office.
I also noticed that he didnā€™t dress very professionally. Human fashion changes quickly so it didnā€™t register at first. A sweatshirt here and there slipped past me, and also the Gucci slides. When he started wearing baggy jeans and jerseys to work, I noticed. I may not be up to date on all the newest fashions, but I do go to classy events. I know what a slob looks like and it didnā€™t sit right with me that he was wearing that to school. When I asked him about it, he always had an excuse. ā€œThis is what everyone wearsā€ and ā€œItā€™s a theme dayā€ or, bafflingly, ā€œItā€™s spirit week!ā€
I tried to leave it alone. The reason we have stayed together for so long is because of our agreement to not interfere in each otherā€™s lives. But between his hours, the phone calls, and his appearance, something didnā€™t add up.
Then, last Thursday, he missed another one of our dates. We were supposed to go to the Nutcracker together. Even though I prefer matinees (when the cast is fresh), I agreed to get us tickets for the evening show so that he wouldnā€™t have to leave work early. When he wasnā€™t there at 7pm, I called him and he didnā€™t answer. Then, when I called him again, his phone was switched off.
I was furious. I spend nearly two decades in these tiny towns so he can live his human fantasy and he canā€™t even show up for one two hour show? It was the first time since becoming a daywalker that I felt that angry. I was scared about what I might do, so I made myself go home to wait for him.
Only, he never came home that night. At 3am, he sent me a text apologizing and promising to make up our date on Saturday. But the Nutcracker was only playing until Friday and that would be too little, too late. To be honest, it already was. I texted him that and he never responded.
He never ended up coming home last weekend. I texted and called him probably a dozen times and he never responded. I got angrier and angrier as the days dragged by. Did he think I was someone to be taken lightly? Did he not realize that the fragile agreement between us was all that was keeping us from separation?
Yesterday (Monday), I couldnā€™t take it anymore. If he wasnā€™t going to come home or respond to my messages, then I would go to him. If he was so obsessed with this new job that he would ignore me for it, then I knew exactly where to find him.
I arrived at his school at 10am. I researched enough to know how to go to the office and sign myself in. I asked the office assistant which room Mr. Duetto was in.
The lovely young woman looked confused. ā€œIā€™m sorry, but I canā€™t give that information out to anyone but family,ā€ she said.
ā€œI am his only family,ā€ I said.
She clicked a few more keys and looked more confused. ā€œHis paperwork only shows his mother, Delilah Duetto.ā€
Thatā€™s right. His mother. But I still didnā€™t understand then.
ā€œThatā€™s me,ā€ I said.
ā€œYou are not the mother of 17-year-old.ā€
ā€œIā€™m his wife,ā€ I said.
She was upset by that. I wonā€™t bore you with every detail, but I had to alter her memories so she wouldnā€™t call the police. I may not look like someone who has a teenager, but I also donā€™t look like a teenager. I ended up having to alter her memories so she wouldnā€™t call human CPS on an apparent adult swearing she was married to a minor.
I went home and broke into his office. There werenā€™t any lesson plans. There were no graded papers. There were syllabus from different classes, homework with his name on it, and a few polaroids taped to the bottom of his desk of him at a party with children.
Human children. I donā€™t honestly know which is worse.
(EDIT: I know the child part is the worst part. I misspoke because of my anger. Itā€™s not the humansā€™ fault that my husband is a pervert.)
I broke into his laptop and used that to check his text messages. Heā€™s been texting like a high schooler. Heā€™s been to parties with them, listened to their problems and even fabricated a few of his own. Heā€™s caught in some sort of weird love triangle where a freshman girl likes him but his ā€œbest friendā€ likes her. He has texted both of them about it, promising his ā€œbroā€ that nothing is happening and then turning around and leading this girl-child on.
Some choice quotes: I should know better than to get close with you. You and I come from very different worlds
To which she replied, lol maybe we should let our worlds collide
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I find the entire situation disgusting. Matthew is several centuries older than them and he definitely knows better. Heā€™s literally wearing the sheepā€™s fleece amongst the flock. He has no business forming relationships with human children and even less pretending to be one of them. Heā€™s not a baby. He is over two centuries old!
What is he doing flirting with a child? Itā€™s vile and disgusting and I was set to kill him for it.
I confronted him about it when he came home last night. I told him that he was sick and dangerous and if he loved humans then he needed to stop immediately. I told him we either left town today or I would make sure he never set foot back in that school in a way he really wouldnā€™t like.
Ā He threw a huge tantrum over my invading his privacy. He shouted at me that I had broken my promise to never interfere in his job. He called me controlling and crazy.
I told him he was the crazy one for chatting up a child. He told me he wasnā€™t, she was just his friend. I asked him to read their texts out loud if he was being so friendly. I also pointed out that there was no way a 260-year-old vampire is a childā€™s friend.
He told me I was a hypocrite because I basically cradle robbed him (weā€™re almost 300 years apart.) He said if anyone was disgusting, it was me for taking advantage of him.
I pointed out that he wasnā€™t a child, he was over 60 and had already been a vampire for four decades. He argued that that was basically being a child in vampire terms.
I was so angry at that point that the house was shaking. I told him if he felt that way, then we could get divorced right then and there. That that was what I wanted to do anyway because I couldnā€™t be married to a pedophile.
He asked me if I was seriously going to start a blood feud over him immersing himself in human society. I said no, Iā€™m starting a blood feud because heā€™s become every predatory stereotype humans have of vampires.
He called me a hypocrite again and told me he was leaving. He said not to call him unless I was ready to apologize. I told him that the next time he sees me, heā€™d better run before I showed him the real difference between us. And it wasnā€™t just 300 years.
When I calmed down, doubt started creeping in. From an immortal perspective, what heā€™s doing isnā€™t really wrong. I hate to say it, but most immortals donā€™t view human lives as significant. I know a few vampires who would say that divorcing because heā€™s playing with his food is idiotic.
Plus, thereā€™s the agreement to consider. During our fight, Matthew pointed out that being a student is a job to humans. So therefore I didnā€™t have the right to interfere. A big part of me thinks thatā€™s bullshit, but a small part of me wonders if heā€™s maybe right about that?
I also have to ask myself why this even bothers me. Iā€™m the one in the relationship that is aloof from humans. Iā€™m the one thatā€™s always saying we are from different worlds (Yeah, he stole that from me) and for good reason.Ā 
But over the years, Iā€™ve become fond of humans. No immortal makes art like them. I may not remember my time as a mortal, but there are works that give me a sense of nostalgia. Sometimes I think I can remember being a child myself, standing in a field like in Monet painting, staring at the wheatstacks and waiting for the miller to come.Ā 
The thought of Matthew playing with them makes me sick. Itā€™s like even after all the years of him living amongst them, he thinks of them as props in his twisted play. Itā€™s even worse that heā€™s doing this to children.Ā 
I canā€™t help but think something went really wrong with my husband when I wasnā€™t looking. At the very least, Iā€™m planning on divorcing him. But would I be the asshole if I killed him too?
Ā Separating from him will be violent and messy. There will likely be human casualties. But I donā€™t see any other way. So, I ask.
AITA for divorcing my husband for lying to me about his human job?
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incorrectbatfam Ā· 5 months ago
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What does Tim say when people ask about his spleen?
Damian: I am updating my blackmail records. Tell me what happened to your spleen in its full hilarity.
Tim: I donated it to a sickly orphan.
Damian: You win this round.
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Tim: I have to be careful, I lost my spleen.
Carrie: How?
Tim: Aliens.
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Tim: I'm zero percent spleen and fifty-nine percent pizza sauce.
Helena: Zero percent spleen?
Tim: Yep. On the bright side, they named a disease after me.
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Luke: I've designed nanotech vitals trackers to be implanted on our spleens.
Tim: Oh, no thanks. I don't have one.
Luke: You don't have a spleen?
Tim: It wasn't paying rent so I evicted it. Lazy freeloader.
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Barbara: Why does your chart say you're missing a spleen?
Tim: I made a deal with the devil but I had a discount code so instead of my soul I just needed to sell a non-essential organ.
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Steph: What happened to your spleen? Are you okay?
Tim: I'm fine. It's taking an extended gap year.
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Harper: So... can I ask about your spleen?
Tim: Yeah, don't worry. I was part of a failed science experiment.
Cullen: What'd they do?
Tim: They injected me with a serum that was supposed to make me indestructible. But instead all I got were a spleen removal and chronic insomnia. And a free T-shirt.
Cullen:
Harper:
Cullen: Was it a nice shirt?
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Dick: What do you mean you don't have a spleen?!?
Tim: It was confiscated by airport security.
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Tim: Happy Pride! My spleen finally came out of the closet. And by closet I mean my body.
Kate: Diversity win.
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Tim and Jason: *arguing*
Jason: At least I still have my spleen!
Tim: It's genetic!
Jason: Sucks to be you.
Tim: We have the same dad. It could happen to you too.
Jason, scoffing: Whatever.
Jason, internally: Oh shit, he's right. I need to see Leslie.
ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”
Tim and Bette: *sparring*
Bette: *hits Tim*
Tim: Ow. Time out. That was my spleenhole.
Bette: ...How?
Tim: It took a trip to the Titanic in a soup can with a Playstation controller.
ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”
Duke: Since when did you have that scar?
Tim: Since losing my spleen last year.
Duke: How do you lose a spleen?
Tim: You forget to cherish it.
ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”
Cass: ?
Tim: I digested it.
ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”
Selina: You know I have to tell Bruce about this.
Tim: Okay, fine.
Tim: I had to get it removed as a kid after falling into a well of bats.
ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”
Bruce: Tell me what happened to your spleen so Alfred and Leslie can give you the proper treatment.
Tim: What do you mean?
Bruce: Everyone's been telling me you don't have it.
Tim: Well, I do, so...
Bruce: Alright, I'll have a talk with them about bad taste pranks.
ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”ā€”
Alfred: You can't keep the truth from me, Master Tim.
Tim: Assassins stole it.
Alfred: I wasn't born yesterday. Now what really happened?
Tim: ...
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sttoru Ā· 6 months ago
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hi!! could you write smut of sukuna w/ corruption kink x clingy reader? i need to see more of them šŸ¤­šŸ¤­
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ā€š‘š‘’ š“š€š†š’. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. smut, pwp. corruption kink. reader is described as clingy cute / innocent. voyeurism?// exhibitionism. double pĆ©netrĆ tion. cowgirl. cream pies. nicknames ā€˜slut, brat, womanā€™. combined 2 requests :3
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itā€™s honestly your own fault. youā€™ve been sticking around sukuna the entire day, clinging onto him like he wonā€™t let you experience the consequences of your own actions.
ā€œeyes on me, brat,ā€ sukuna scoffs, thumb and index roughly turning your chin back. he needs to see your face as he embarrasses you in front of the guests and other concubines standing around the throne.
youā€™re supposed to feel regret, yet youā€™re drowning in a state of pure lust. itā€™s the thrill that keeps your hips going, the ache in them temporarily ignored as you search for that grande moment of euphoria.
you canā€™t care less about the humans at the bottom of the stairs. theyā€™re grovelling in fear of the king of curses, knowing their heads can fly off if they dare to look up at you two.
itā€™s a sign of disrespectā€”a sign that the king of curses canā€™t care less about what those lowlifes have come to see him for. sukunaā€™s doing so on purpose, using your clinginess to his advantage.
ā€œhah, what a total slut of a concubine,ā€ sukuna scoffs, leaning his head against one of his hands, elbow propped onto the armrest. this is a punishment for you, though it certainly does not feel like that. even if all attendants in the room can hear you fucking yourself silly on sukunaā€™s dicks.
you and those sloppy sounds of your two bodies connecting.
you try to hold back your moans, but a rough yank to your hair instantly opens your mouth again. your eyes roll back and your voice spews out. ā€œmhh, my lordā€”ā€˜s too much,ā€ you whimper, however your body doesnā€™t stop bouncing on his cocks. sukuna responds by squeezing your middle while he watches his lengths being swallowed by your cunt and ass.
itā€™s funny how youā€™ve been reduced to a messā€”a toy he can command to do whatever he pleases. your clinginess secretly pleases him, because it reassures him that youā€™ll do whatā€™s asked of you. sukuna grins lazily, letting you work for it, ā€œtoo much? tsk. werenā€™t you the one begging fā€™ my attention, brat?ā€
he does have a point. you nod mindlessly whilst his cocks drill into youā€”leaving no hole empty. your eyes dart to both sides of the throne, where two concubines are situated. you can see them tremble in embarrassment and envy.
sukunaā€™s showing you off to everyone and they donā€™t like it; none of the concubines do. they hate the fact that he chose you to show off to everyone else in the room. like youā€™re the only trophy heā€™s proud of.
the guests donā€™t dare to speak either. nor does uraume, whoā€™s politely looking the other way as their master ravages his favorite little concubine. theyā€™re used to his acts of exercising his power.
sukuna keeps a firm grip on your hair, threatening to pull your head back each time you dare look around you. ā€œyou have no shame. absolutely zero,ā€ the king of curses says condescendingly. as if the humiliation of being watched isnā€™t enough, sukunaā€™s words add to the embarrassment youā€™re feeling, ā€œcock hungry slut canā€™t go a minute without being filled, hm?ā€
your whimpers get louder and your pace grows faster. his fat tips hit your deepest parts over and over again, the stretch threatening to split you in half. youā€™re too turned on to care. the way sukunaā€™s staring at you with that menacing glareā€”his sharp nails digging into your skin so painfully . . . you need it all.
ā€œthis ā€˜s why youā€™ve been following me ā€˜round all day long,ā€ sukuna gruntsā€”one hand coming up to free your breasts from the confines of your robes, ā€œyā€™ just needed to be dicked down.ā€ the flicks against your stiff nipples make you tighten up around his cocks again and again.
youā€™re nearly screaming because of everything your senses are picking up on. your half lidded eyes catch a glimpse of sukunaā€™s cocky facial expression and youā€™re almost pushed over the edge. heā€™s so smugā€”knowing he has you in the palm of his hand.
his eyes are luring you in. thereā€™s a hint of something so primal in there - a beast impatiently waiting to be unleashed - one that sukuna is trying his best to suppress.
ā€œarenā€™t you just cute. . .ā€ sukuna mocks with a dangerous chuckle. his thumb rubs your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth for you to suckle on.
ā€œkehehe, isnā€™t that what those servants call you? cute.. innocent.. adorable,ā€ he continues, faintly groaning at the feeling of your tongue swirling around his thumb. sukuna cocks his head to the right and your eyes follow. thatā€™s where you spot your maids and lady-in-waiting in a corner.
you feel tears well up in your eyes from both pleasure and humiliation. everyone is seeing and hearing you being claimed by the monster of a curse youā€™re riding. your maids have always adored your innocenceā€”how you donā€™t seem to be tainted by sukunaā€™s advances no matter what. itā€™s a first to them.
it has been a rumor around the estate for so long; you being the only concubine who can withstand sukunaā€™s wicked influence. you always seem to stay yourself, your cheery and sweet personality never changing. youā€™ve been known as the innocent one among all other concubines.
yet here those same maids are, watching your brain being corrupted by sin. youā€™re so sinfully enjoying how sukunaā€™s cocks are penetrating you. ā€œn-no, amā€”fnghhā€”donā€™t wanna,ā€ you stammer, speaking to no one in particular. your inner desires clash with your rational mind and your body seems to continue its erotic act.
ā€œdonā€™t you fight it, woman,ā€ sukuna brings your attention back by thrusting his cocks all the way up inside you, balls slapping harshly against your ass. heā€™s proud with his accomplishments. youā€™re slowly but surely being tainted by him and itā€™s so pleasing.
soon enough, that damned innocence of yours is going to disappear. heā€™s going to turn you into a total slut driven by lust, for him and only him. heā€™s going to ruin you and your body until all you can think of is the pleasure he can give you.
your nails dig into sukunaā€™s shoulders. you moan loudly, losing the battle, as expected. the king of curses just knows how to make you give in. he takes great pleasure in seeing you lose yourself, with everyone watching how he strips you from that innocence.
ā€œstupid, nasty fuckinā€™ thing,ā€ sukuna grunts as the lower pair of his arms hold you by your hips. he halts your movements before starting his own. ā€œyā€™re mine, ya hear?ā€ he pounds up into youā€”making you mewl. a chant of his name leaves your lips. you simply cannot stop yourself.
ā€œyes, ā€˜m yours, my lord!ā€ you moan for everyone to hear. the pink-haired man grins in satisfaction and quickly plunges his cocks in and out of your holes, needing to release himself so he could fully claim you as his in front of the rest.
his dirty cumslut, his tainted and brainless doll.
sukuna wraps all four arms around you, leaving no room for escape. he presses you against him until youā€™re struggling to breathe. your head is pushed against his shoulder and your insides are being turned into mush. the gooey fluids drip down onto the throne and down the floor.
ā€œfuck. not a drop goes to waste or iā€™m fuckinā€™ ya again,ā€ sukuna warns before shooting loads of cum into your womb and up your ass. both your holes are stuffed full of white, sticky semen mixed with your own release. you desperately clench around nothing once sukuna pulls you off his dicks.
you try to reach your hands out towards him as he manoeuvres your body away once heā€™s finished. the king of curses pins your wrists at your back so he can turn you around on his thighs, forcefully spreading your legs like a trophy heā€™s showing off on his throne.
one arm wraps around your waist and his chin rests on your right shoulder. sukuna keeps you on his lap and continues to act like he didnā€™t just completely wreck your insides.
while youā€™re left in the intense moment, he seems to have moved on already.
ā€œspeak,ā€ sukuna orders the humans whoā€™ve witnessed the whole ordeal. their foreheads are stuck on the floorā€”none of them daring to look up at the sight, like everyone else.
youā€™re panting and your head is spinning. youā€™re totally spent. sukuna holds your limp body up on his lap as one hand is busy scooping the excess cum back into your pussy, not wasting a drop like said before.
one of the villagers finally speaks up, stating the reason for their visit to the estate. their voice is muffled due to a loud buzzing in your ear. youā€™re tired and canā€™t focus on whatā€™s said either. you just want to sleep. . . in sukunaā€™s warm embrace, filled and half-naked, for the entire room to see as they continue discussing business as if youā€™re not even there.
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tonycries Ā· 10 months ago
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Three's a Crowd (But Four...) - G.S.
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Synopsis. ā€œSo, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?ā€ ā€œWhy? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?ā€ In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.
Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, foursome (but theyā€™re all Satoru + you LMFAO), NSFW, unprotected sex, double penetration, spit-roasting, face-sitting, doggy, missionary, anal, pet names (sweetheart, pretty, babe), oral sex (male + female receiving), overstimulation (female), swearing, slight breeding kink, cum (like lots).
Word count. 3.0kĀ 
A/N. A lil' sum while I get on with a 10k arranged marriage fic. H O R N Y >>> actual JJK technicalities.Ā 
Jokes, but idc what that technique was, I took that one chapter and ran with it. Art by @_3aem on X.
Cross-posted on AO3
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ā€œThey just nerfed Naruto in Boruto cuz they knew heā€™d be too DILF-y.ā€
ā€œAmen.ā€Ā 
Sprawled out on Satoruā€™s couch, both of you were fixated on the Naruto episode playing on-screen. It wasnā€™t anything new for a Friday night. His soft hairs tickling your chin, and legs dangling off the other end of the couch as he lay atop, cuddling you like a 6ā€™3 housecat.Ā 
Times like this, itā€™s easy to forget that your boyfriend constantly bears the burden of being ā€œthe strongestā€. That is- until Satoru, eyes still locked onto the screen, speaks up ā€œI can do that too, yā€™know.ā€
You turn to look at Satoru, ā€œDo what?ā€
He nods his head towards the screen - now showing young Naruto mastering his iconic technique. ā€œYou could call it Shadow Clone Jutsu.ā€ he hums.
Raising a brow, ā€œSo you could make tens of thousands of Satoru clones? The world may never know rest.ā€
Eyes brimming with smugness, he grins ā€œSomething like that.ā€
You cock your head, wanting to know more, ā€œSo, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?ā€
ā€œWhy? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?ā€ he wiggles his brows in a way that would definitely be creepy if it was anyone but Satoru.
ā€œYou wish.ā€
Satoru huffs out a laugh, before going back to using your breasts as his personal cushions. ā€œNot quite clones or holograms, theyā€™re still me. But also not really, yā€™know?ā€ he murmurs.
ā€œAhh. No.ā€
The conversation dwindles into a comfortable silence.
Or so youā€™d think. But the air was charged with something, and - knowing Satoru - you had an inkling it didnā€™t bode well for you down there.
As quickly as you suspected, he turns the TV off and turns to you with twinkling eyes.
ā€œToru...ā€ you reproach.
He whines dramatically, ā€œCome onnnn. Donā€™t they say the best way to learn is hands-on experience?ā€
ā€œYou just have ulterior motives, Toru.ā€Ā 
ā€œHell yeah, I do.ā€ he mutters into the valley of your breasts. Satoru peeks at you through his thick lashes, eyes bright with mischief.Ā 
How could you say no to those eyes? And, well, youā€™d be lying if you said that the idea of multiple Satorus didnā€™t make your pussy clench in excitement.
Thatā€™s how you found yourself here.
Shirts thrown across the room and splayed out on Satoruā€™s overpriced silk bed sheets. You gasp in pleasure as he leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.
Wrapping your legs around his waist, he rocks into you, pushing you deeper into the plush bed. Your pussy drips with anticipation as you feel the outline of his rock-hard cock straining against his sweatpants.
Hooking two fingers under your waistband, he swiftly pulls off your panties along with your shorts. ā€œAlready so wet and ready fā€™meā€¦ā€ he groans out. Quickly shuffling your bodies around, ā€œCā€™mon sweetheart.ā€Ā 
Now, Satoru knows he has a pretty face - too well, in fact, he uses it to his advantage to get his way with you too much. And he thinks thereā€™s nothing that makes his face prettier than you on it.
Itā€™s why he has you bent over and straddling his head. The tighter you squeeze him, the better.
One arm holds you in place while the other spreads your folds. Satoru teases your entrance with a finger, gathering your wetness before popping it into his mouth. He groans sinfully as he tastes you. ā€œFuck- always so good for me.ā€
You slowly put your weight onto him, failing against the strong arm that pulls you to sit on him properly.Ā 
Satoru moans around your cunt as he finally dives nose-deep into it. Languidly, he licks long stripes against your folds, purposefully catching your clit in the process. ā€œHah- Fuck. Toru, more!ā€
Satisfied with your whines, he finally slides his tongue inside your dripping pussy, fucking you with his mouth till his cock twitches for friction.
You notice, and urgently shuffle his sweatpants down. Satoruā€™s cock stands achingly hard, precum dripping enticingly along the vein on the side of it. You lean down to kiss the shaft, delighting in his noises that send vibrations down to your clit.Ā 
As you take his blushing red head into your mouth, Satoru increases his abuse on your cunt.
You arch your back further into his face - moaning around his thick cock. He starts fucking into your mouth steadily, forcing you to take more and more of his length. Drool drips down the corners of your mouth, ā€œMmm Toru- Feels so good.ā€
If one Satoru makes you feel this goodā€¦what would two feel like?
As if reading your mind - you wouldnā€™t be surprised if he actually could - Satoru pulls away slightly, ropes of spit still connecting him to you.
ā€œReady, sweetheart?ā€ he murmurs lowly, hot breath making your cunt quiver.
And before you can respond, the hairs on your body raise as the air stills with the crackle of jujutsu. You remove yourself from Satoruā€™s cock with a wet pop! Looking up to seeā€¦those cerulean eyes.Ā 
Another set.
ā€œToruā€¦ā€ you drone out, turning behind to glare at Satoru - who was now placing innocent kisses to your dripping pussy. His eyes peek out with visible amusement, ā€œJusā€™ say the word and Iā€™ll stop.ā€
Satoru knew he had you cornered. Heā€™d fully felt the way your walls clenched around his tongue once you saw the other version of him. This was going to be fun.
Harshly rolling his tongue against your clit, he lightly smacks your ass - signaling you to pay attention to the other Satoru in front of you now.Ā 
So you do.
It was quite surreal seeing an exact copy of your boyfriend grinning down devilishly at you. He cups the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. ā€œDonā€™t be scared, pretty. Itā€™s jusā€™ me.ā€Ā 
At first, you were unsure of what to do, the only thing you know being that - clone or not - this one was just as well-endowed as your boyfriend.
Experimentally, you press soft kisses to his hot tip, relishing in his drawn-out groan. You take him in deeper, tonguing the slit in the way you knew your boyfriend liked. ā€œYeah- Jusā€™ like that.ā€
He tightens his grip on your head. Pumping your Satoru with one hand, you use the other to steady yourself as your mouth gets used as the otherā€™s own personal fucktoy.Ā 
Shit. This was heaven.
Eyes rolling to the back of your head, you pull away, ā€œHngh- Toru, feels so fucking good.ā€ Mewling at the stimulation on your cunt as well as the depravity of the act, you grind your hips deeper into Satoruā€™s mouth - searching for your high.Ā 
Soon, you feel that familiar snap in your stomach. Satoru uses his fingers to spread your lips as you cum all over his tongue. He laps up your juices with lewd squelching sounds as his clone fucks your face deeper. Nose meeting his snowy white pubes and balls hitting your chin, you choke from both the position and Satoruā€™s relentless tongue.Ā 
ā€œYeah, cum all over my tongue, sweetheart.ā€
You ride out your high on Satoruā€™s pretty face, slick spreading all over his mouth and nose. With a final kiss to your cunt, he shifts your legs and moves to tower over from behind.Ā 
Removing yourself from the otherā€™s cock, you look over your shoulder to see your boyfriend sensually pumping himself, readying to enter your eager pussy.
ā€œHey now, eyes on me, pretty.ā€ A long finger moves your chin so that you face the Satoru in front of you. Seems that no matter what, every Satoru was a little possessive over you.
He rubs his dripping tip on your face, smearing his precum as a gloss before fucking into your mouth once more.Ā 
Almost at the same time, Satoru fully rams his cock inside your pussy without any warning, tip kissing your cervix.
Ā ā€œShit. Always taking me in so good, sweetheart.ā€ he huffs out as your walls flutter around his length.
You groan loudly around the cock in your mouth, partly from the pain of being unprepared and partly from the pleasure of getting what you wanted the most - both ends filled by your loving boyfriend.
Your eyes were dazed as you stare doe-eyed up at the Satoru that was plunging into your mouth mercilessly - the other fucking your hole at a similar pace. Strangled yelps leave your mouth as his balls sinfully slap against your clit.Ā 
The room fills with loud, wet noises, and the slapping of skin. Both Satorus hunch over you in pleasure, muscles rippling. Your cunt quivers in an almost-animalistic way at the small grunts falling from their pretty lips.
You whine as he finds that one spot inside you which makes you see stars every time his hips meet yours. One hand - you were too far gone to recognize whose - reaches under you to draw harsh circles on your clit.
Tears spring to your eyes at the sheer overstimulation, and you rock your hips to meet his powerful cadence. One of your hands reaches for the otherā€™s hip for stability, nose meeting his pelvis nails dragging along the soft skin. He grips your hair tighter, lips bitten and swollen at the stimulation.
From the way your pussy was clenching, you knew it wouldnā€™t be long before you were cumming again.
Now, throughout his life, Satoru has been called crazy many times. Crazy powerful, crazy handsome (in front of the mirror), and just downright mad. But itā€™s right about now - watching as you choke and cry around his own dick as he plows into you from behind - that he truly thinks he just might actually be a little crazy.
Slowing to shallow rocks, he focuses on his technique.Ā 
Satoru basks in amusement when your whines of disappointment at his slowing pace die down as you register the tugging and sucking on your nipples from below.
You gasp as you break away from the Satoru in front of you and look down, breath catching in your chest as you realize that your boyfriend has conjured up another clone of himself.Ā 
He was going to be the death of you.
ā€œPay attention, sweetheart.ā€ you hear from behind you as Satoru starts up his relentless rhythm once more, hand now moving to squeeze and spread your ass.Ā 
You knew where this was going, and you didnā€™t mind it one bit.
The stretch of your cunt as it adapted to Satoruā€™s length burned almost as much as your nipples as his clone continued to bite and tease them. ā€œFeels good, babe?ā€ he sighs around your breasts. Yet your whines of pleasure are quickly muffled by the flushed tip kissing your lips once more.Ā 
ā€œHope you didnā€™t forget about me, pretty.ā€Ā 
ā€œMore- Hngh, Toru!ā€ you whine, not sure which Satoru you were addressing anymore . All three of them speed up their motions, the pleasure from all points pushing you over the edge.
You as you cum fast and hard.Ā 
But your Satoru(s) donā€™t let you have a momentā€™s rest as your orgasm is quickly overshadowed by your boyfriendā€™s hands on your ass. Teasingly drawing circles around the rim. You shiver, hole quivering at the cold feeling of his saliva hitting you.Ā 
His cock still ramming into your abused cunt, Satoru enters a finger into your ass. Using his spit and your slick from before to stretch you out till heā€™s satisfied. ā€œFuck- Taking me so good, sweetheart.ā€ he moans out at the sight of you being stretched out from all ends by him and only him.
You continue mewling as the pleasure overtakes you. He was going to ruin you.
Half-delirious from all the stimulation, you barely hear the lowly ā€œReady, babe?ā€ from below you before Satoru pulls out and suddenly youā€™re flipped. Easily manhandled by your boyfriend, your head lolls against his replicaā€™s strong shoulder as youā€™re caressed from three sides once more.
ā€œFeeling alright, sweetheart?ā€ your boyfriend rasps from above. Now hot and bothered once more from how your loving boyfriend was using you like a ragdoll, you gasp out ā€œYeah, Toru. Need you so bad.ā€
ā€œOh yeah?ā€ he grins, lining himself up with your pulsing pussy. ā€œTell me how badly you want me in all your tight lilā€™ holes.ā€
You choke out a sob at the way your Satoru was teasing your folds with his thick cock. ā€œSo bad- Need you so bad Toru. Want you to fill me up everywhere.ā€Ā 
Arching your back, you grind your ass against the furiously hard cock prodding at your asshole. Hearing choked gasps from below you, your pussy clenches in anticipation around nothing. To Satoru, your arousal is almost palpable - as strong as the cursed technique in the air surrounding you two.
And that seems to be what finally makes Satoru snap before he sheathes himself entirely in your dripping cunt. Your strangled moans are cut off by the other Satoru slowly bullying himself into your other hole.
ā€œAh- Ah!ā€ you yelp in both pain and pleasure as youā€™re stretched to your limits. You feel full. So full. You were going to snap - like a rubber band - and your boyfriend was going to be reveling in his success. The man in question furrows his brows, groaning at the sweet feeling of his pretty lilā€™ girlfriend being so tight.
A single tear streaming down your face is gently brushed away as a pair of muscular thighs come to rest beside your face. ā€œShhh, pretty. You can take it.ā€Ā Ā 
Both of them start moving carefully.
Satoru would never admit it, but feeling his own dick stretch you out twofold has been a little fantasy tucked in a deep, dark corner of his mind ever since he realized the nefarious purposes his technique could be used for.
He could feel his other version pumping into you from behind as he ruts into your cunt mindlessly. The friction mixed with the gummy wetness of your pussy was mind-blowing - fuck, he really should have watched Naruto with you sooner.
Satoru gazes at you through half-lidded eyes as you press kittenish pecks to his cloneā€™s cock above you. You stare right into your boyfriendā€™s eyes as you take the length into your mouth once more, inch by inch. Nose meeting his pelvis.
Shit. Satoru feels like he could pass out - whether from seeing the sinful image of all your holes filled by him or from the excessive use of his cursed technique, he doesnā€™t question. Your walls flutter, struggling to take him both.
Fuck, he really feels like heā€™s gonna explode.
Satoru pulls out fully before harshly thrusting into you once more, keeping up a pace that has his abs burning and you struggling for air. He sees another tear fall delicately down your cheek.
ā€œMy girl takes me so well, huh? Fuck. Made jusā€™ for me, sweetheart.ā€
The air was stagnant with the smell of sex and jujutsu.Ā 
All three Satorus thrust into you fiercely, the bed creaking furiously. Satoru has half a mind to worry about whether it would break down in the middle of all this. How inconvenient that would be, heā€™s so close.Ā 
It was animalistic, the way you could just sit there and take it as your boyfriend used you in all sorts of ways you never deemed possible.Ā 
Youā€™re pretty sure your body is completely bruised and raw at this point. Eyes fluttering shut, tears cling to your lashes as youā€™re filled up. Your brain, as well as your holes, were overwhelmed with only Satoru Satoru Satoru. If your mouth wasnā€™t suckling on his length, youā€™re sure youā€™d be screaming loud enough for Satoruā€™s neighborā€™s to file a noise complaint.
Good. So good.
Feeling that sharp tug on your stomach again, your legs flail as you steadily reach your climax. Held down by three sets of large hands - all caressing you relentlessly in various ways - you finally cum with an exhausted whimper.
Brain foggy and eyes unfocused, you barely feel the twitch of Satoruā€™s cock.Ā 
With a throaty moan, all three versions of your boyfriend cum - not one pulling out. Your senses are overtaken as Satoru doesnā€™t relent his pace, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into your abused pussy.
Ah- He felt he was gonna fuck another Gojo into you. Carry on his legacy. Shut those old cows up about a Gojo heir.
Youā€™d look so round and beautiful with his kids.Ā 
ā€œOnly I get to cum in this pussy.ā€ he drawls out as he keeps rutting his sensitive cock into you. Low whines get stuck in his throat as he loses himself in the feeling of your tight walls coated in his semen. His other versions were also at their limit, shooting out thick streams of cum to paint your face and ass.Ā 
You were so beautiful like this. Fucked out and covered in his seed.Ā 
His and only his.
As you slowly come to your senses, the first thing you feel is wet. Not from your own slick, but from Satoruā€™s thick cum - it was everywhere, decorating your lips, your tits, all the way down to your holes below.Ā 
The second thing you feel is raw. You werenā€™t too sure anymore that youā€™d be able to make it to that family dinner tomorrow, Satoru had absolutely gone all out tonight.Ā 
Laying there, willing yourself to move, you flinch as something soft and wet touches your legs. ā€œShhhā€¦easy there, sweetheart. Get some rest, Iā€™ll take care of it.ā€ you hear the soothing whisper of your one and only boyfriend.Ā 
You muster up the strength to look up and see his gentle smile. ā€œRest.ā€ he breathes out as he continues to wipe you down. In the back of your mind you register the distinct lack of the other presences of your boyfriend.
ā€œT-Toru...ā€ you were too fucked up to formulate proper sentences.
ā€œShhh itā€™s okay.ā€
At his tender whispers, you easily drift into a fatigued sleep. You dream of shadow clones and blue, blue skies.Ā 
Waking up after your brief nap, you find yourself dressed and cuddled by Satoru on a fresh set of sheets. ā€œYou okay?ā€ he mutters in-between innocent pecks to your bruised lips.
At your affirmative nod, he probes further ā€œLearn anything about my technique?ā€
ā€œAbsolutely not.ā€ you sigh, pulling him in closer. As you snuggle into the crook of his neck, you almost miss the devious grin spreading across his face.
ā€œThenā€¦wanna try six next time?ā€
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A/N. No Part 2 till I figure out better ways to differentiate these bitches LMAO.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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NSFW Alphabet - Logan Howlett Edition
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Pairing: Logan Howlett/Reader Warnings: AFAB pronouns, breeding mention, pet names, bodily fluids, p in v actions, no protection, overall horniness, 18+ MDNI. Author's Note: This man is renting space in my synapses, send help.
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A = Aftercare (what theyā€™re like after sex)
He is so gentle with you, it almost makes you feel like youā€™re made out of glass. He prefers to hold you close once youā€™re thoroughly satisfied, enjoying how your body folds into him to be as close as possible.
If you ask him for water and snacks heā€™s gone within the second, bringing you whatever you need, and then immediately putting you back on his lap so he can feed you. Donā€™t argue with him on this, he wonā€™t take no for an answer.
You collapse against the sheets with a sigh, legs still shaky from Loganā€™s excellent bedside service. Youā€™re practically boneless when he pulls you onto his chest, the dark hair tickling your cheek as he cages you in his embrace.
ā€œLogan, Iā€™m sweatyā€”ā€œ
ā€œDo I look like I give a damn princess?ā€ He grumbles, his hands reaching down to smooth over your hair. ā€œJust let me take care of you, alright?ā€
Your whining is just for show and he knows this, a small part of you feeling guilty because he always treats you with such respect. Heā€™s not sure what kind of assholes youā€™ve been dating before but heā€™s damn certain heā€™ll be the one to teach you how you should be treated.
You melt in his arms, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his large hands running down your back. His voice cuts through the silence, far more gentle than youā€™re used to.Ā 
ā€œNeed anything else doll?ā€ He asks, to which you shake your head.Ā 
No, tonight you just need him.Ā 
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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerā€™s)
Heā€™s an all around man, asking him that is like asking a man to choose between air and food to survive.
He loves playing with your tits, loves biting at the swell of your breasts before sucking on them, loves burying his face in the valley of themā€”
He loves using your thighs as an anchor when he eats your pussy, rolling his eyes when they squeeze around his headā€”
He loves the sight of your ass bouncing back when he fucks you into the mattress, the sound of your combined hips ringing loudly in his headā€”
He really just loves you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
It only took one time for him to be utterly addicted to your pussy. He refuses to cum anywhere that isnā€™t inside you at least once, just the sight of it falling from your abuser cunt has him going back for seconds. The sloppy sound of your juices and his cum as he thrusts into you is like asmr.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Masochist to the extreme. You kind of had a feeling with the way he shrugs off pain but you didnā€™t know how bad it was until you scratched him just a bit too hard while getting your guts rearranged.Ā 
Your nails dig into the meat of his arms, a deep-seated groan erupting from the back of his throat at the feeling. Immediately you look down to see the angry red marks left behind that heal within seconds, an apology on your lips interrupted by his voice growling in your ear.
ā€œDo that again.ā€
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyā€™re doing?)
The man is over two hundred years old, he lays down pipe like a master plumber. Knows all your spots better than you do, knows exactly what gets you going because he can practically taste the arousal in the air. Those senses of his are no joke.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Missionary so he can see your face, doggystyle so he can fuck a hole into the mattress and breed you.Ā 
Prefers missionary normally if only for the fact that when he puts even half his full weight on your body youā€™re forced to lie there and take it, unable to so much as squirm while he fucks you within an inch of your life. Enjoys doggy when the beast inside needs to scratch a particular itch that only seeing you ass up with cum dripping down your thighs can reach.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
A wholesome 50/50 of being love-struck and horny, he has his moments of laughter but theyā€™re almost always immediately followed by pure lust. Youā€™d think heā€™d be super serious all the time but heā€™s surprisingly gentle. He prefers to watch you enjoy yourself, heā€™s much more of a service top in that regard.
Want him to eat you out until youā€™re pushing his head away? Want him to fuck you nice and slow, keeping you right on the edge? Whatever your flavor is, heā€™s down for a taste.
Thatā€™s not to say he doesnā€™t have his rough moments as well. Itā€™s very easy for him to lose himself so he tries not to go overboard for your safety, but if you ask him to let loose heā€™s not going easy on you. Just remember when you wake up unable to walk that you asked for this.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Not groomed at all, just an overall hairy man. Heā€™s got the prettiest happy trail from his navel to his dick that makes his eyes roll when you drag your nails across it. If it made you uncomfortable heā€™d make an effort to trim.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Very intimate, wants you to know just how much you mean to him. Even when heā€™s being rough with you he makes sure that your comfort is priority. Talks you through it.
Youā€™re face down, ass up, just the way he likes it. Your thighs tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm, pussy practically drooling for him as your slick dribbles down the plushness of them.
Itā€™s a sight that Logan could never get tired of.Ā 
His fingers rub soothing circles around your sensitive clit, gathering your wetness between two fingers and listening to your breath hitch when he replaces them with his cock, lightly prodding at your entrance.
ā€œHow we feelinā€™ princess?ā€ He asks, coating his length with your juices.Ā 
You mumble praise into the pillow, and sure he can hear it with his enhanced senses, but thatā€™s not the pointā€”he wants you loud and clear.
Gently he lifts you off the bed, a strong arm around your waist as he rocks himself between your swollen folds, lips trailing at your ear as your head rolls back.
ā€œCome on doll, I need to be able to hear you,ā€ he breathes. ā€œTell me what you want.ā€
Your hands grab at his arm, a desperate whine on your lips. ā€œFuck me, please.ā€
His chuckle reverberates in your ear. ā€œThatā€™s my girl.ā€
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
When he was younger and still learning how to fight his animal instincts, absolutely. Nowadays he doesnā€™t really think about it, but occasionally Logan will struggle with keeping his thoughts off of you, especially when youā€™re wearing something nice and he doesnā€™t have the time to drag you back to the bedroom.Ā 
Heā€™d prefer if you were the one touching him, but his hand will do for now, if at the very least to hold him over until you get home.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise - Like mentioned before, adores talking you through it. Favorite nicknames for you are princess, baby, and sweetheart, and his voice in your ear is like heaven.
Pain Kink - BIG masochist. Use him like a scratching post, he loves it. Heā€™ll never admit it but if you bite his lip hard enough to bleed heā€™ll moan like a whore.
Primal Play - Come on now, the man is an animal at the best of times and downright feral at the worst. This extends beyond the bedroom too, heā€™s very protective of his mate girlfriend and would move mountains for her.
Breeding - This is an extension of his primal play, he adores filling you up with his cum, whether or not you get pregnant. Something about the sight of it just screams at him like a claim that only he can give you. Itā€™s his cum that paints your pussy, and no one else gets to have that honor.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Ideally the bedroom but heā€™s one of those people that couldnā€™t care less, if he wants you he wants you. Itā€™s going to be up to you to be the voice of reason, and if that fails? Better learn to keep your volume down.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Domestic acts, making him feel like a normal man rather than the weapon the world wants him to be.Ā 
Making him breakfast? His hands are playing with your hips the whole time, whispering sweet nothings against the skin of your neck, swaying to the imaginary rhythm he sets. Cleaning the countertops? He drapes his wide frame across your back, pinning you to the cold granite while he tells you how good your ass looks in your pants, heavy hands making it known just how much he appreciates your attire. Bring him breakfast in bed in nothing but an apron? Heā€™s pulling you into the sheets and not letting you go until youā€™re screaming his name.
N = No (something they wouldnā€™t do, turn offs)
As much as a masochist he is, the last thing heā€™d ever do is hurt you. The most you could ever convince him to do is manhandling you or spanking, but the moment he senses anything but enjoyment heā€™s on his knees apologizing.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Yā€™all remember what Doja Cat said about big noses?Ā 
If he passes out between your legs heā€™ll die smiling, if he makes you pass out then heā€™s never going to let you hear the end of it. Very likely to overstimulate you until youā€™re pushing him off you, only to pin your hips down and keep on going. Enjoys palming your thighs and burying his face as far into your pussy as he can, his philosophy is if you can still speak heā€™s not doing well enough.
As for him, he becomes so submissive when you suck him off. Itā€™s the only time heā€™s guaranteed to let you take the reins, he prefers watching you work rather than taking over. Tucks your hair back, strokes your head, whispers how good you make him feel and how your mouth feels like heaven. When he cums heā€™ll ask you to open your mouth before swallowing and the sight of your cum-stained lips gets him hard like nothing else.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Normally very sensual, can easily change with the drop of a hat. Long, deep strokes that reach all the right places and make you see stars. Massive service top vibes, one of those lovers that always knows what you need at the moment (he totally canā€™t hear your heart pounding in your chest, no sir.)
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Yes, and proud to admit it too. Always promises that heā€™ll be quick, but it never is. He canā€™t help it, yā€™know? You make him feel too good.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Yes, but the catch is you have to tell him. You can throw him every hint in the world but he wonā€™t so much as touch you until you use your words. Logan likes hearing how desperate you are, heā€™s a bit mean like that.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Why would you ever bother asking that? His limit is when you decide to tap out, if even that.Ā 
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Didnā€™t really understand and thought you were insulting him at first by offering to use toys in the bedroom. It wasnā€™t until you gave him a show that he realized just how much he was missing before.
If anything, he doesnā€™t feel the need to use them on you, but loves watching you use them on yourself.
The small toy buzzes in your hand, the sound of it ringing loudly in the four walls you call a bedroom. Soft sighs accentuated by needy whines, baby pink sheets snaking around your soft thighs, the muffled sounds of your moans when you bite your lipā€”
ā€œFuckinā€™ Christ,ā€ Logan says, mesmerized at the view, eyes glued to where the vibrator meets your swollen clit. He palms at the tent in his jeans, cock twitching when your back arches off the bed with a cry of his name.
He can fucking smell itā€”your arousal, your needā€”it makes him drunk, intoxicated off your pleasure. It makes his throat go dry, makes him want to crawl over you and keep you locked beneath him, greedily wringing out every last bit of it.
Your voice cuts through the fog of carnality, a gentle distraction from the beast that threatens to break loose with every passing second.
ā€œEnjoying the view?ā€
He can only bring himself to nod.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Heā€™s such a fucking tease itā€™s unreal, but heā€™s also very impatient. It leads to moments where youā€™ve been edged for so long that tears are brimming your eyes, and when you look at him with those puppy-dog eyes he canā€™t bring himself to hold off any longer, all previous plans discarded in favor of folding you in half and exposing your puffy cunt to his hungry gaze.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He gets louder and louder the longer you go on as his animal side overpowers him. Heā€™s no stranger to noise but when heā€™s deep inside you he canā€™t help but resort to grunts and growls of your name, makes it known just how good you feel wrapped around his cock.
I personally like the idea that because of his mutation he follows mating rituals like real wolverines do, so if youā€™re into that heā€™s extra loud during mating season, to the point that he has to bury his face into your neck or else the whole building will hear him.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Likes it when you wear his clothes because they smell like you afterward. Encourages you to do so, and maybe hides your shirts during laundry day as an excuse (but heā€™ll never admit it.) When youā€™re not around heā€™ll even hold the fabric to his nose and take a deep inhale, imagining it was you.
X = X-ray (letā€™s see whatā€™s going on under those clothes)
As mentioned before, an overall hairy man. Strong muscles with a healthy layer of fat, likes to laugh at you when you bury your face between his tits because theyā€™re nice and soft.
When it comes to his dick he leaves nothing to be desiredā€”itā€™s heavy, like real heavy. Nice and girthy with a fat tip that makes your breath catch in your chest every time he glides it in, the slap of his balls against your ass soon following suit. A nice pretty pink with a couple of veins running throughout.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Always when heā€™s around you, but trained enough to know thereā€™s a time and place. If he had his way youā€™d never leave his house, but thatā€™s also his protective nature talking.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Likes watch you fall asleep first to make sure youā€™re safe and soundā€”a bit paranoid and overprotective in that sense, but he canā€™t really help it. Youā€™re the best thing thatā€™s happened to him, so it calms him down to know that youā€™re not going anywhere. Once heā€™s sure youā€™re alright heā€™ll go to sleep, preferably with you on his chest.
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The hypocrisy of Jinshi and MaoMao
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*light novel spoilers*
I just love how hypocritical MaoMao's nature is. She yells at Jinshi for being a 'Masochist' and yet we see that she's no different. Now, by definition Masochist is a person who drives sexual gratification from their own pain and humiliation, plus it relates to Jinshi's tendency to do self harm (like burning his skin with a brand)
And what is MaoMao's most favourite thing in this world?
POISON
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She literally takes pleasure in consuming it and no one can convince me otherwise. Plus she uses dangerous plants and animals and snakes whatnot in the name of her so-called experiments. Her dad may call her a 'mad Scientist' but that is a direct indication of self harm.
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And she calls Jinshi a Masochist.
I mean, think about it! The amount of anxiety she gives to Jinshi! She came prepared with a vomit inducing medicine but even she had no idea whether it would work or not. She was just hoping it would work in the salt chapter.
And the same goes for her hand, on which she has conducted countless experiments. One flower even burned her skin and its marks never left her skin. She said it was all for her hobby. What kind of weird hobby is that? Maybe, our little adorable mad scientist is just like that.
One brands his own skin, while the other takes heavenly pleasure in consuming poison.
So my point is, Jinshi and MaoMao are not that different as one might think they are and that's why their dynamic works so well.
Let's look at the excerpts from volume 5:
She didnā€™t know how long they sat that way. All she knew was that Jinshi was looking down at her with a faintly triumphant expression, as if he saw that the breath had reached every corner of her body now. He wiped away the tears that had sprung to her eyes as she struggled to breathe. It was then that Maomao felt a flash of intense anger. ā€œI said that if you were going to kill me, you should do it with poison,ā€ she told him. ā€œI refuse to let you poison yourself,ā€ Jinshi said, his fingers tracing her lips. ā€œYou canā€™t pretend you didnā€™t know that you were one of the candidates. As much as Iā€™m sure youā€™d like to.ā€ He wasnā€™t done, either: ā€œWho was that man, anyway? Iā€™m sure youā€™re not a dancer.ā€ So he had been watching them! ā€œI was just paying for my drink,ā€ Maomao said. ā€œIt didnā€™t cost much.ā€ She tried to look away, but with his hand on her head, she really couldnā€™t.
Jinshi just choked her and yet he refuses to let MaoMao poison herself. A lot of people misinterpret this scene, and don't like it all that much, saying it was just fanservice stuff but this is how I see it: Jinshi wasn't trying to kill MaoMao, he was just trying to make MaoMao submit to him for once (even if the way he did it was very wrong, but guess he's kinky like that). MaoMao is actively trying to harm herself and Jinshi loves MaoMao a lot, he cannot just let her kill herself.
It was more about him trying to exert his dominance in their weirdish - complicated relationship and that also backfires on him as we see in the next volume that MaoMao escapes Jinshi's grasps using Pairin's techniques.
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And then they both continue to avoid each other in the entire next volume! Because they both realised that they have crossed boundaries.
They both are hypocrites.
And they both refuse to accept their feelings.
In one of the later volumes, she gives Jinshi a piece of her mind on how he should tell her everything clearly, unequivocally, what he feels, and he literally declares that "he will make her his wife", which is nice and all but look at the wording MaoMao used here....
Excerpts from LN Vol 7, chapter 19 called "A man and a woman play the game"
"Youā€™re forever telling me I need to use my words, Master Jinshi, but are you in any position to criticize? Everything you say to me, everything you do, itā€™s like itā€™s calculated to save you from ever having to actually say what you mean! To make me figure it all out! You know, you remind me of someone. You act exactly like a man who used to come by our brothel all the time. He was in love with one of the girls, but he would never just come out and say it. He thought it should be obvious from the way he acted. He was so sure he had a good thing going with this woman that he never sent her so much as a letter. I remember how forlorn he looked when someone else swooped in and snatched her away! He kept coming to the brothel after thatā€”to get drunk and whine to the ladies. Well, in my opinion, he could have avoided all that heartbreak if heā€™d told the woman how he felt. Clearly, unequivocally, so that she knew where they stood. It was the least he could have done!ā€
Everything came out in a torrent. She felt like sheā€™d said it all in one breath. It was strange, she thought, to hear so many words come out of her own mouth. She was mystified. Jinshi was no less startled, but the shock soon left his face, replaced by something else. He got up off the bed and stared down at Maomao.
Shit. Now Iā€™ve done it. Sheā€™d given him a piece of her mind, and he was about to give her one back.
ā€œSo I should be clear, should I? Unequivocal? I should say what I mean? If I did, would you actually listen to me? Is that what youā€™re telling me? Iā€™m going to hold you to that! Right this minute. Iā€™ll say it all. Donā€™t plug your earsā€”listen to me!ā€ He grabbed her hands as she was in the process of trying to put her fingers in her ears. He took a breath. He was looking at Maomao, but somehow he seemed almost embarrassed. Finally he managed, ā€œNow listen to me, yā€”I mean, Maomao! Listen close! I am going to make you my wife!ā€
It's one heck of a chapter and I suggest you give it a go! The title of the chapter says "A man and a woman play the game" as if to emphasize the very fact that both Jinshi and MaoMao are playing the game.
Jinshi has never confessed his true feelings before this chapter and only implied that he wanted to make MaoMao his wife.
The implications were heavy though on Jinshi's part, and as smart as MaoMao is, anyone would have guessed that MaoMao was one of the candidates for Jinshi's consort. Even the clothes she received (the ones she wore to the banquet) were also provided by Jinshi along with the hairpin. It is never stated outright but seeing as the hairpin was from Jinshi, the clothes are also implied to be the same.
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More or less she's always deliberately ignoring the possibility of having anything to do with him, that is more than professional. Some may call it denial, I call it dense. Maybe, to some extent, she herself is not aware of her feelings because she never lets herself feel anything.
Even Suiren pointed it out pretty early in the manga, that maybe it's MaoMao's way of being reserved. We need to keep in mind that MaoMao is an unreliable narrator and it's more of what she does, rather than what she says that makes a difference.
Even in the chapter that I have quoted above, she had every reason to leave Jinshi, she wasn't working for him after all. But she stayed to make tea for him, even after the fact that she had a long day too. She was almost just as exhausted as Jinshi and yet she was there preparing medicinal tea, so that he could get a better sleep.
Maybe she herself is yet to realise just how deep her feelings run. Till vol 12 she seems to have accepted them, but she still is yet to acknowledge their depth. Maybe it's because of her childhood.
It's not a traumatic backstory but MaoMao had a sad childhood nonetheless....
She was raised by her grand uncle and her real father was eccentric, who scared her. Her mother must also appear to be kind of demonic to her, since she was desperate enough to cut MaoMao's Pinky finger and send it to Lahan. So it's safe to say that MaoMao never received proper parental affection. And adding to the fact that, a brothel is not exactly an ideal place for raising a child.... especially when the birth of MaoMao was the one thing that brought the brothel to its knees...even if being born wasn't her choice.
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Plus MaoMao stated it herself that when she was a baby, no one would come to sooth her until their work was finished, implying that even if MaoMao and her brothel sisters are close, they are not that close. A mother's love is different and she never received it. No one can love you more than your mother and MaoMao was deprived of that. She soon realised that no one was coming. Life is hard and she has no choice but to face it!
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So, she got interested in poison.
Maybe she doesn't love herself or her life as much as she says / pretends she does. She's always like "yeah, I would very much like my head to be with my body" and "if I stay low profile maybe I can survive here" etc but maybe deep down that's not the case. Maybe that's why she loves poison so much. The implications are crazy.
And to break MaoMao's shell, Jinshi has no choice but to be a bit more forceful at times? At least that's how I interpret that choking scene. Jinshi was angry at MaoMao because she deliberately suggested him to marry consort Rishu and danced with Rikuson.
Even if Jinshi never said it outright, he was giving hints the entire time.
But well the tables turned and MaoMao topped him instead, lol (vol 7) and later we even see that our little stray cat has accepted Jinshi and she's ready to be in a relationship with him (vol 12).
Plus she is intrigued by the process of birth (she wants to eat her baby's placenta, it's kind of uggghhh.... but anyways, that MaoMao we're talking about, she's just weird that way)
Maybe not after too long she'll realise that if she has to give birth, she can only have it with Jinshi and no one else.
~Sunshine
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DPXDC prompt: Friendly neighborhood forensic pathologist Danny Fenton is a new master of The Court of Owls? (Dead on main, of course) +Part 2: Talon Dick
Donā€™t underestimate what a ghost will do for a higher education. You see, it's the custom of the Fenton family not to run away from things they are afraid of but to face their fear. So Danny Fenton, who has learned to fear scalpels, steel clamps and surgical retractors, decides to do something about it and to dedicate his life to giving souls of those who died a violent death the final rest and justice they deserve.
Well, it didnā€™t really come to him at once. It started out as a simple joke:
Danny didnā€™t think he could continue his education after school. Frankly, his grades suck. However, Tucker for fun applied for a scholarship for gifted villains from Gotham University on his behalf.
And hell, they are willing to pay money for his education. Pay in full! Living in Park Row is also incredibly cheap. And with his flying ability, heā€™ll also save on transportation.
Danny is not a villain. And heā€™s not planning on becoming one. But he couldnā€™t lose that chance.
Why do you deserve this scholarship? ā€œMy parents are renowned ecto scientists, and Iā€™ve seen their dissection work at its best. Medical school is expensive, and this scholarship will help me accomplish my goal of becoming a forensic pathologist and helping maintain the boundary between the world of the living and the world of the deadā€¦or use it for my own ends. Of course.ā€
Well, Mr Two-Face was fully confident that despite his grades in the subjects, Danny was fully committed to achieving high academic achievement. Finally, work experience of Dan came in handy somewhere.
There were only few things about the death that Danny didnā€™t find on his own or from his ghost friends, so he managed to graduate in record time. Young Fenton thought he was lucky enough to get a job near Crime Alley. It was odd that the job was available. Even a new specialist like him was allowed to work full-time. And the salary was very decent.
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Danny: Yes, Jazz, everything is just fine. I found a great job and Iā€™m trying to relax and find a hobby, you know. Started feeding the local birds. Apparently they were abused, the poor things are so shy and aggressive.
The local birds:
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Letā€™s say that a returned Jason as undead cannot be killed for forever. The stab wounds heal quickly, the bullet holes sometimes itch unpleasantly for a few days, but in general his regeneration is at a level with some metahumans. This is convenient. But when Red Hood wakes up in the morgue after a particularly severe injury, heā€™s not happy. Sometimes even looking in the mirror at his dissection scar is difficult for him. And this situation is a fucking nightmare. Danny: Oh. Are you awake now? Iā€™m sorry I didnā€™t have time to put you on the couch, I didnā€™t have clean sheets and my assistant would have killed me because of the new stains. Red Hood: What the hell? Iā€™m sorry?! Itā€™s fucked up! Iā€™d love to see you wake up on the dissection table. Danny: Been there Done that. But hey, I didnā€™t put you there. You didnā€™t get here on my shift, give me a break.
Jason: ā€¦So, what's now? Danny: Well, I can offer you tea or coffee. Of course, only after I sew up the hole in your stomach and give you a change of clothes. Or I could go after the documents and pretend I didnā€™t notice one of my bodies got away. But then donā€™t dream about novocaine blockade. Pretty liver by the way, you donā€™t see that much in crime lords. Jason: Um, thank you? But youā€™re weird. Usually people are praised for the beauty of the face or eyes rather thanā€¦ Danny: Wow, now I feel attacked.You wake up in your helmet. I canā€™t compliment what I canā€™t see. Jason: Gee, Iā€™m surprised your colleague hasnā€™t taken it off yet. Danny: And lose important evidence? It is not customary for us to put curiosity above professionalism.
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Jason learns quickly that although Batman is willing to go anywhere to track him, there are always exceptions to the rule. The morgue was one of them. Not surprisingly, the emotional constipation and uncomfortable theme of Jasonā€™s death worked like a perfect bat repeller. Over time, Jason becomes really interested in a guy who genuinely laughs at his death jokes and listens to his problems at work without judgment. Danny is too cute and nice.
Danny*works*: No visitors allowed here.
Jason: Unless you are a zombie, right?
Danny:...Still not one of your hideouts. The book is where you left it, make some tea if you want it.
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Jason, once again delivered without a sign of life to Danny after the fight, woke up during pupillary reflex test.
Jason: Oh, beauty, you are just dazzling today.
Danny: As I thought, your regeneration didnā€™t cure your concussion before your resurrection. Iā€™ll give you referrals for all the tests and examinations. And we really should stop seeing each other like this. Please take care of yourself.
Jason: I donā€™t think you have the right to prescribe them to me. Danny: Technically I do not. But we live in Gotham. And for some time the hospital where I work at night is very sensitive to my requests.
Red Hood: And why? Danny: Itā€™s hard to explainā€¦ Red Hood: Doctor Handsome, Iā€™ve been through some shit, so try to surprise me. Danny: Okay, okay. Look, you are a crime lord for not too long, right? But criminals and cops are afraid of you and kids and your henchmen really likes you. Jason: ..So what? Danny: Can you please recommend how to maintain a reputation but so your people arenā€™t afraid of you? Jason: Why do you need this information? Your assistant finally realized youā€™re friends with walking corpses? Danny: Itā€™s not about that! Although, like.. you arenā€™t wrong? Itā€™s complicated. I may, well, accidentally, honestly, have seized power over a local secret aristocratic criminal society.
Jason: Baby, please tell me everything. I have a restaurant as a front for a business nearby. Itā€™s a date. Let's go. Danny: Let me finish a few stitches first, Jay.
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Red Hood and Red Robin fight near Batman: Hood: Replacement was on patrol without permission! Red Robin: And Jason is dating the new owner of Court of Owls! Batman:.. he's doing WHAT? Jason, how could you take such a risk? it is completely unprofessional and Red Hood: At least he loves me for whatā€™s inside me! Red Robin: Yeah, like a beautiful liver. Itā€™s a great relationship base. Red Hood: Iā€™m talking about my feelings and interests. Dumb lil stalker with a big mouth! Iā€™ll teach you not to bother my boyfriend.
~~~~~
Henchman: Boss. We shouldnā€™t go into that area, the rumors are that there are Talons here. Red Hood: All under control, they wonā€™t touch us. Henchman: How can you be sure? The poem says 'Beware The Court of Owls, that watches all the time, ruling Gotham from a shadow..' Red Hood: Yeah yeah "speak not a whispered word of them or they'll send The Talon for your head". Iā€™m sleeping with their boss, of course Iā€™m sure. Henchman: Boss, donā€™t kid like that. Red Hood: I donā€™t pay you for gossip. Let's go.
Dick, to whom the memories began to return, haunts Jason because he did not cut for Lil Wing apple slices like he likes for lunch: Talon came to finish the job. Henchmen: scream
~~~~~
Jason *shows Danny 'Red Flags' on youtube*: Hey, baby, want to be a little shit on our date? I know where Brucie Wayneā€™s having dinner tonight, so you can meet the family.
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Hii! I love love love all of your finnick fics! Could I please request a fic where reader is also a victor from an earlier game and she is in an established relationship with Finnick. They both get reaped (not the same district) for the 75th games and reader gets critically hurt in the part where the cornucopia spins. Like she falls into the water after maybe being injured and she canā€™t swim, so Finnick has to risk everything to save her life.
Iā€™m really looking for like a hurt/comfort with a seriously injured reader and Finnick going through hell to save her because he cannot imagine a life without her in it.
Thank you so much if youā€™re willing to write this or something like it, feel free of course to change anything to your liking!
two souls, one heart | f. odair
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summary: finnick refuses to lose the love of his life. your inability to swim complicates things, especially when the cornucopia begins spinning.
pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader
warnings: pre-established relationship, heavy angst, drowning, death, bone fracture
notes: thank you so much!!! i really enjoyed writing this, shed a few tears but still enjoyed it lmao. listen to 'beginning of the end movement v' by the newton brothers on repeat for the full experience <3
A quiet nursery rhyme was being sung by the water's edge.
The calm waves around the Cornucopia lapped at the rocks, the blistering sun causing the surface to sparkle. Wiress' voice interrupted Peeta as he mapped out the arena's clock-like wedges in the dirt. Everyone was focused on the map; you should have been too.
Dark blue ripples had your eyes captivated. So tranquil. So hauntingly beautiful. Loving the sea was in your blood, as your District Four was your home. You would think coming from a fishing district would mean your swimming abilities were mastered. In reality, they were practically non-existent. No matter how many times Finnick had attempted to give you lessons, they never stuck.
Neither of you seemed to care though, always too enraptured by simply being in each other's companyā€”feeling Finnick's hands support your body as you floated on the surface...
"Don't you let go of me, Finnick Odair, or I swear to god I'll drown you."
"Will that be before or after you drown first?" he chuckled, though ultimately tightening his grip on your body in an attempt to reassure you.
....hysterically laughing when he got wiped out by a sudden wave...
"No way! I can'tā€”" You broke into a fit of laughterā€” "I can't believe that just happened!"
"Are you laughing at me, sweetheart?" Finnick asked, trudging through the water towards you, his hair drenched and swept across his forehead.
"Yes!"
You doubled over, knees buckling as you struggled to contain your laughter. Despite trying to put up a serious front, Finnick too let a few chuckles slip at the hysterical sight of you.
"Oh really?"
Just like that, his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you down into the cold water, earning him a squeal just before you crashed together below the surface.
...and washing up on the sandy shore in each other's arms, salty lips capturing one another.
"I'm covered in sand," you murmured against Finnick's lips.
He gave you another kiss before pulling away. "It's okay," he said, pecking your lips again. "I'll help you wash off in the shower when we get back." And then sent you a stomach-flipping grin.
Even though you wouldn't trade those memories for the world, if you had known your life would soon depend on the ability to swim, you would have paid much more attention to the lessons.
Finnick stood closely beside you, his trident digging into the dirt as he gripped it tightly in case of an attack. He had noticed your drifted attention, observing the way your eyes stared at the rippling water, like death was lurking just beneath the surface waiting to drag you down to the murky depths.
He could protect you from most things in the arena, but fear was something entirely different. A trident couldn't defeat the darkness in your mind.
A hand slid onto your lower back, rubbing gentle strokes to gain your attention. Your gaze tore from the blinding blue and settled onto Finnick's face beside you, watching his mouth curve into a light smile. You knew the silent words he was trying to convey: 'You're okay, sweetheart. I've got you.'
For a fleeting moment, the anxiety had disappeared. How could anything ever go wrong with Finnick by your side? The corners of your mouth quirked, preparing to send him a smile in response. But it never came. Something new had caught your attention. The woman by the water was no longer singing.
Wiress had been murdered.
The second Katniss let her arrow fly into Gloss' chest, everything around you seemed to explode into action. Anything that could go wrong would go wrongā€”Murphy's Law. And it did.
The Careers had initiated an attack.
Charging forward from the waterside was Cashmere, determined to avenge her brother's death. Instinct quickly kicked in and the spear in your hand was sent barrelling through the air and into her chest. As you watched her body slump to the ground, an enraged yell came from the side.
Finnick was fighting Brutus.
With your only weapon lodged within Cashmere's chest, aiding Finnick was impossible. Enobaria revealed herself beside Brutus, displaying her vicious fangs and throwing a dagger that sliced a small cut across Finnick's shoulder. Though the wound was minor, your heart lurched as he cried out in pain.
Before a single thought in your brain could form, your legs were moving. Not towards Finnick, but after Enobaria.Ā Remember who the real enemy isā€”screw that. Finnick could have died.Ā YourĀ Finnick. He called out your name, his voice hoarse and frayed, but you continued on, hatred fuelling each step. It seemed Katniss and Johanna had the same idea, following behind you with their weapons bared.
Salt water sprayed onto your face, but you paid it no attention. Nor did you notice as the jungle surrounding the island began to blur into one overwhelming hue of green. Only when your body was thrown to the harsh rocky terrain did you realise what was happening.
The Cornucopia had started to spin.
Nothing could compare to the terror you felt as gravity's merciless force dragged your body toward the violent waves surging against the rocks. Just as your lower legs breached the edge, a hand grabbed onto your own. Katniss. She too was hanging onto Johanna whose only lifeline was an axe buried in the rocks.
A momentā€”that was all you were given to scan your surroundings. Supplies and sharp-edged weapons were flying everywhere. White water was spraying into the air. Finnick, who was thirty feet away, was gripping onto a rock ledge whilst keeping Beetee from sliding into the furious waves. His head turned to the side and even from a great distance, your eyes met.
It was at that moment you knew,Ā you justĀ knewĀ the odds weren't going to be in your favour. God forbid you lived a simple happy life with the man you loved, days spent together on a calm beach. God forbid the Gamemakers gave you one last chance to be in his arms. God forbid you survived.
And with that sudden realisation, the universe, sick as it was, decided it was time.
Your hand began slipping from Katniss's; an unseen tear fell from your eye, and youĀ smiled. A smile of goodbye sent to the love of your life. His face contorted into one of agony, lips moving but you couldn't hear his voice over the roaring waves. Still, you knew exactly what he was shouting.
"NO!Ā NO!"
There was nothing he could do but watch your body disappear into the waves, repeating over and over "no, no, no," and praying his cruel eyes had deceived him. They hadn't.
Dark blue was in every direction you looked. The undertow tossed and rolled your body like a ragdoll in a washing machine and despite your attempts to swim, the surface only seemed to be slipping further and further out of your reach. Darkness engulfed you, so thick that you couldn't tell which way was up or down. That was when the panic set in.
Your arms and legs thrashed frantically, struggling against the water's force, desperate to reach safety or an air pocket. Cold water flooded your throat as you gasped uncontrollably. You screamed as every attempt at breathing felt like fire burning in your lungs.Ā Finnick.Ā Where was he? Where were you? What was happening? Why wouldn't it stop?
Thoughts submerged your mind in terror, and you were powerless to stop them. All you could do was feel. Pain. Fire. Burning
At some point, the Cornucopia had ceased its spinning and your body came to a rest in the water. An eerie calm suddenly washed over you; a sense of clarity stilled your wild movements.Ā This was the end. There was no future. No hope. The world above wasn't yours to call home anymore. You now belonged to the sea.
Of course, your water-logged mind had forgotten thatĀ homeĀ was where the heart was, and your heart was still beating... above the surface, in the aching chest of another.
Tendrils of hair floated around your face like fronds of seaweed. Rays of sunlight penetrated the surface, turning the surroundings a vibrant sparkly blue. As you sank further down, the water, now a comfortable lukewarm, cradled you in its embrace. It felt safe, like being in Finnick's arms again. Like home.
You gazed at the sun's rays; they looked beautiful. You felt beautiful. But time was running out and the bright light soon began shrouding your entire vision, though not before you witnessed a dark figure dive beneath the waves.
**********
Finnick loved the ocean. He spent most days in District Four down by the beach, swimming, spearfishing, and watching the sun rise and set on the blue horizon. If he believed in reincarnation, he would have imagined himself to be a lionfish or dolphin in his past life, living in an underwater world, free from tyranny and oppression. HeĀ lovedĀ the ocean.
But that love was incomparable to what he felt for you. So, when he dove into the rocky waters to save you and felt the currents fighting against him, he determined there wasĀ nothingĀ he hated more than the ocean. Not as he watched its strong grip drag your motionless body further down below him.
Your back had just touched the soft seabed when he swam far enough down to envelope you in his embrace. He should have swum you back to the surface immediately, but in his distressed state, he couldn't help but foolishly stare at your lifeless appearance. Your skin was blue.Ā It's just the water's colour,Ā he told himself. Your eyes were closed.Ā She's just asleep.Ā Your neck didn't pulse under his touch.Ā She's... She's...
He had no justification for that. Feet planted firmly on the sandy floor, he propelled both himself and you back up to the surface. As Finnick paddled back to the Cornucopia, the others reached down and helped lift your limp body onto the rocks.
"Is she...?"
"Peeta," Katniss quietly reprimanded him.
Finnick paid them no attention. He said nothing but trauma screamed in his eyes. His breathing was ragged and his hands were trembling as he frantically checked your pulse againā€”in both your wrists and your neck; he even pressed his ear to your chest. All he heard was the waves lapping against the rocks.
"No," he whispered again.
It seemed to be all he could say anymore.Ā No. No, this couldn't be happening. You were just standing beside him a few minutes ago; your eyes were just looking into his. However much he tried to deny reality, it didn't seem to make it any less true. You were gone.
He choked out a rough determined breath, interlocked his hands over your chest, and began pressing repeatedly over your heart. Wet strands of tangled hair were strewn across the rocks like dead seaweed. The usual soft pink accompanying your cheeks was nowhere to be seen, devoid of any life.
"Come on, sweetheart," he muttered before pulling down your chin to blow air into your lungs. The kiss of life. And when nothing happened as he pulled away, he restarted the chest compressions. "Oh, don't do this to me," he begged, voice breaking. "Don't do this. Breathe."
Any moment now. Any moment, your eyes would flutter open, the colour would return to your glowing skin, and your heart would beat with life beneath his hands. Your lips would whisper his name and he would pull you into his arms, where he would keep you safe until the end of time.
"Breathe."
Thirty compressions. Two breaths. Nothing. He did it again. Thirty compressions. Two breaths. Silence. Maybe he should've just ripped his heart out and replaced yours with his own. Death would come for him within seconds but hearing something beating inside your chest would've made the sacrifice worth it.
Life would flash before his eyes and your beaming smile would be the last thing he'd get to see. His last thought would be of relief that you were alive.
Johanna rested a tentative hand on Finnick's shoulder. "Finnick, she'sā€”"
"No,Ā she's not!" he exclaimed, continuing his movements. "She's fine. Aren't you, baby? You're fine." He cupped your jaw, his thumb stroking your soft skin before he pressed his lips to yours and blew twice. "You're fine."
The golden bangle around his wrist glimmered in the sunshine as he pressed on your ribcage. All he had to do was keep you alive until Plutarch rescued everyone. One simple task and he failed.
"Finnick, we have to go," someone said. Who? He didn't know nor care.
Leave me, he wanted to say.Ā Leave me here to die. Let the Careers mutilate my body, take my life, my last breath, but let it be by her side.
Something cracked beneath his palms and he knew one of your ribs had fractured. His arms stilled, half-expecting you to cry out in pain but then he remembered. And with that sickening crack came a devastating realisationā€”you really were gone.
A sob erupted from his throat and his head fell to your chest, drenching your already-soaked wetsuit with hot tears. Everything else seemed to disappear. The arena, the Careers who could attack again at any moment, the spectators who were avidly watching. Everything.
It was just him and you. He didn't care that his screams and deafening sobs could bring unwanted attention or jeopardise the group's safety. Any tribute with half a mind would know crossing him in such a state would be a fatal flaw. Even if they did, it wouldn't matter. Nothing mattered. Life no longer had meaning.
Finnick pulled your lifeless body onto his lap and cradled you protectively in his arms, lightly rocking back and forth. His forehead rested against your own, cold and damp. You always were the cold one, needing his touch to light a fire beneath your skin. He loved having you rely on him for warmth, but not like this.
"Come back to me, baby, please," he begged almost inaudibly. Tears were running down his cheeks as he brushed pieces of hair away from your face. His lips were on yours once more, heartbroken and painfully delicate; not to fill your lungs with air, but to fill your heart with his love in the hopes it would be enough to bring it back to life. "Don't leave me."
Pleas, prayers, begs, and wishes flew past his lips, over and over. And then they stopped and Finnick simply stared. Silence fell across the entire arena. The birds didn't chirp, the other tributes remained quiet, and the trees stood still. Even the water had calmed, resembling a perfectly flat mirror.
Finnick only had three words left on his tongue. Three final words to give you, wherever it was that you were. He slowly leaned down, squeezed his stinging eyes shut, and pressed a long farewell kiss to your forehead. His eyes remained closed as he parted from your skin, unable to take another look as he whispered his final goodbye.
"I love you."
And then, for the first time since he had rescued you from the blue depths, he felt his heart beating again. Just like yours was.
**********
There was a voice, distant yet reassuringā€”a lifeline to consciousness. Black was all there was. Coldness was all that was felt. It was desolate. But that voice... that voice was so anguished yet so familiar and encouraging that it lit a fire inside your chest, warming you from the inside out.
In the distance of the dark void was a figure, their body made entirely out of a pulsating golden light. Each word the voice spoke enhanced the light's brightness. "Come... me, please..." Brighter. "Don't leave..." And brighter.
The light was warm and comforting, just like the voice attached to it. Whoever's voice it was that brought the light resonated deep in your mind, tugging at the strings within your heart.
Your heart.
The thumping in your chest was weak, almost non-existent, but it was still there. Though it seemed time was running out. Pitch-black darkness outweighed the golden light ten-to-one; you could feel its cold breath creeping onto your back. So, you started running towards the figure. Sprinting. Until all that surrounded you was golden.
"I love you."
Water. At first, it came trickling out in two fluid streams from the sides of your mouth. Then suddenly, it was spraying into the air as choked coughs forced the liquid from your burning lungs. Light flooded your visionā€”not golden and inviting, but vivid and overwhelming.
There was something warm beneath your legs, against your arm, rubbing at your back, holding you in an upright position. While you heaved, dry-retched, and gasped, that soothing warmth remained.
As your airways began to clear and the expulsion of water ceased, your half-lidded eyes rolled around the area. Still dazed and disoriented, you struggled to make out what surrounded you. There was immense rippling blue, vibrant hues of green in the distance, dark rough grey beneath you, and elongated blobs of colour that stood a few feet away.
"Justā€“just keep breathing, sweetheart."Ā That voice.Ā The one belonging to the figure of light that brought you back. It was madly repeating the same words over and over. "You're okay", "Deep breaths", and "You're alive."
Shaky fingers brushed the stray wet strands of hair from your face. So warm. With the little energy you had, your head turned to seek out the golden light again. And you found it.
The blinding sun shining down reflected off his bronze hair, turning it a divine golden hue. His brows were raised and scrunched together as though he couldn't possibly believe what he was seeing. Deep lines were etched into his tear-streaked skin, evidence of his previous turmoil. Those sea-green eyes stared at you, afraid that if he so much as blinked, you would fall lifeless in his arms once more.
"You're here," he whispered.
Finnick. YourFinnick.Ā Your light.
When your eyes met, a splitting grin lit up his face, made up of an inconceivable amount of raw emotion. You weren't sure what to doā€”smile, laugh, cry, kiss him? Your mind was scrambled, overwhelmed with love for the beautiful golden-haired man in front of you.
Without warning, your face scrunched up and the tears began flowing. You weren't sure why you were crying. Maybe it was because you had just been brought back from the brink of death; maybe it was because you couldn't believe someone actually cared so deeply about you.
Finnick cradled your face in his hand. "It's okay," his voice trembled, tears now cascading down his cheeks. His smile, however, never disappeared. "You're okay. You're safe now. I'm not letting you go."
He took your face into two large hands, brought you to his lips, and pressed a tender kiss to each tear that rolled over your skin. One of your hands rested over his; the other was placed against his chest, feeling it rise and fall so you could synchronise your breaths.
His arms moved to pull you tightly against him, almost like he was trying to merge your body with his. Or perhaps, it was your soul. You didn't care about the pain aching in one of your ribs. You wanted to tell him that his soul was already intertwined with your own, but words couldn't describe the sentiment as profoundly as you felt it.
In the simplest of terms your water-logged brain could muster, you whispered, "You're my light, Finnick."
Brows scrunched together, he looked down at you, fighting back the urge to start sobbing inĀ yourĀ arms. If he had been anywhere else, if there wasn't an entire country watching, he would've gone on for hours, explaining how stupidly, selfishly, and incredibly in love with you he was.
But he couldn't do that. Not now. So, he placed his hand over the one you had resting on his chest and readjusted its position. He could feel the thumping, even through your palm.
Your eyes were full of emotion as you stared up into his. You already knew what his next words were going to be and for the first time since you were thrown into the water from the Cornucopia, you smiled.
Rhythmically, your hand and his pulsed together. Finnick's gaze flickered across your face and he grinned. "You're my heart."
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