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lilintiel · 2 years ago

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If requests are open could you pretty please do some Merlin hcs? 😩🥺

GENERAL YANDERE HEADCANONS.

➸ Yandere Merlin.

➸ Gender-neutral reader.

➸ Blood-drinking.

✧ When Merlin realised that you're someone whose future he couldn't see, his interest is immediately piqued. His younger self had been hurt by the truth that no matter what he did, he can never alter the outcome of a predetermined future. But you were an anomaly he found, a sliver of hope that the cycle of destiny can be broken. He then decides to dedicate his time in watching over you from his tower in Avalon.

✧ He eventually finds himself clinging to you like a child and calls you his Hope of Avalon, which he chants under breath whenever his eyes follow your form. Soon, he realises that simply watching you isn't enough; he needs to be near you, he needs to feel you.

✧ Since his illusions can affect the human psyche, he can easily invade your dreams and interact with you there. You were surprised when you first met him in the middle of a spring flower field under the winter stars. The fact that a beautiful and charming man like him knew you made you flustered, and that sight of you made Merlin unable to resist covering your mouth as he kisses the back of his hand.

✧ Thanks to his unique skill, Independent Manifestation, he was able to summon himself as your Servant while you were wishing for the male Arthur Pendragon, effectively sabotaging the summoning ritual. Merlin's unexpected appearance surprised you greatly but you were happy about it nevertheless. Merlin then invited you for a hug by spreading his arms, which Mordred who was with you at the time found odd. She later warns you to not fully trust Merlin but with how kindly he treats you, you heed her warning lightly.

✧ Although Merlin is mostly used as a support for your Buster Servants, he'd insist that you use him as a damage dealer too. His B strength isn't just for show, and he proves himself when he effortlessly decimated the enemy Servants that attempted to take you hostage with his Excalibur during a mission. With his signature smile, he happily announced that you're safe before hugging you tightly.

✧ When you've rayshifted to another era for an expedition, Merlin would make you sleep on his lap, claiming that it's more comfortable than the cold ground and that it'll be easier for him to watch over you this way. Unbeknownst to you, once you have fallen under sleep's spell, he would devour your dream and absorb the emotions within it. He then cups your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he licks his lips. Your dream is wonderful, and he wonders if your blood will taste the same? Baring his fangs, he brings his face closer to your lips but swiftly pulls back when Bedivere shows up with a blanket for you.

✧ The Magus of Flowers thinks that you're not appreciated enough in Chaldea. You have worked so hard to save humanity and proof of your efforts are shown in the scars you got from the countless battles you fought in. As he traces every scar, he sings you praises and tells you how proud he is to have you as his Master. You take comfort in his embrace and miss the eery glow of his violet hues.

✧ Merlin follows you around Chaldea much like Fou does. He speaks of the king's tales and the fascinating events he observed from his tower in Avalon. You're unaware that as he chats away with you, he also uses his clairvoyance to steer you both clear of the Servants seeking your attention. How foolish of them to think that an inhuman mage like him is generous enough to share you with them.

✧ When Merlin devoured your dream for the first time, he was overwhelmed. Your dream is so pleasant to the heart and he immediately became addicted. Your dreams are full of love that every time he absorbs the subtleties of your heart, his obsession for you only grows - to the point where he'd lose touch with his human side and give in to his carnal desires.

✧ As he removes his intricate white robe, he crawls into bed with you in the middle of the night just to watch you sleep, his arms carefully holding your delicate body that could easily snap under his full strength. It reminds him just how weak yet strong humans are against fate. Merlin can be as lecherous as his incubus side, but he'll save that for the inevitable moment he traps you in Avalon with him.

✧ Merlin's addiction to your dreams should not be taken lightly. He'll run around Chaldea like a starved beast if you're separated from him for even a day. Once he finds you, he'll pounce on you without warning and sink his fangs into your pulse in deep bites. He immediately laps up the blood drawn and since there's mana in your blood... you'll be in for a long night with a hungry incubus.

✧ Sooner or later, Merlin will whisk you away to his tower once he feels that he's had enough fun in the present world. You'll spend the rest of eternity in the sealed utopia with him, where you'll be happy and protected by his magic. At least, that's what he believes.

✧ Don't be sad, you can dream as much as you'd like in Avalon - and he'll make sure that they're pleasant dreams too! He casts a powerful illusion spell on you when he kisses your forehead, and catches your body in his arms as you fall in an unending slumber. You won't be alone in your dreams because he'll be there, spending your happily ever after with you. You can never run away from him, even in your dreams.

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lilintiel · 3 years ago

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lilintiel · 5 years ago

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The Night Shift

18+ Please

Just read and find out 😈

Picture the love of your life. Can you see them? Good, now take that image and apply it to the reality in which we live in. Can you find them? Can you see them? Regardless of what you determine the desirable outcome usually is the one that is either twisted with a “but”. Like a double edged sword your lover can be the funny charismatic person you desire so. But when in reality they’re an unforgiving monster who’s greed singes the earth with each breath they take.

“Ma’am can I have my receipt please?”

Crumbling the note within your sweat slick hands you nod, furiously spouting apology after apology. As you collected the paper bill and collected her change the woman quirks a brow at your distressed form. Her stance gives off the indication of annoyance, probably from your less focused persona. Bidding her a farewell you drop the forced smile with a heavy sigh. Amidst the dark atmosphere of the darkening evening you watch her car ignite with life, the truck’s headlights blare on illuminating the gas pumps with its blinding light. Carefully reversing from her parked spot the women speeds off the station and enters the lonely highway just beyond the gas station you worked at.

Collecting the note pad hanging off the wall behind you check the contents of the long list. “Re-stock, open bathrooms, take out trash, swap chips, and don’t die. Ha, very funny.” Looking down at the signature you notice how hastily your manager “Ritchard” left his signature half done. Confused but not surprised you smooth out your shirt and rub your arms. Goosebumps littered along your skin. Pricking each hair molecule to stand up and high. Observing the empty gas station through weary sleep deprived eyes you eventually fell back to the note crumbled by the register.

“Just some prick trying to scare me.” Gathering courage and trash cans you head through the backdoor just near the liquor aisle. Passing storage was somewhat frightening in the sense of the lights flickering on and off and boxes stacked high above your head. Coming outside you curve around the building towards the dumpster just near where you parked your car. Struggling to throw lift the lid and hold the bags you shriek when the plastic ripped and a coffee cups spills onto your chest. “Shit!” Dropping the bags to clear the trash from your chest you watch in horror as papers float among the wind.

As the sky darkened some more you sprint like a mad woman chasing after the litter. In the parking lot you manage to step on one piece of plastic. Bending down to pick it up you chuckle lightly to yourself. Standing straight up you squeak out a fearful noise. Standing in front of you several feet away by one of the gas pumps a figure cloaked in darkness watches you. His body is inhumanly tall, the hoodie he wore was filthy as was his pants.

You two stood there in the presence of the full moon. Not a single car passes and only the chirps of nearby insects bring the comfort of noise that diminishes the eerie silence. Clearing your throat with a shaky laugh you awkwardly wave at the individual whose face you could not identify. “Hello, do you want to come inside for coffee? Or maybe a snack?” You swore on your life you tried to sound strong. Even to a deaf person they would’ve known that was a lie judging by your trembling stance.

The figure doesn’t respond. It or he just stands there watching you with an unmoving stance. Panicking when he takes a single step forward you race back to the front. Locking the doors behind you. Racing to the front counter you check the surveillance cameras of the pump stations. After an incident involving a drunk man pissing on the pumps and teenagers stealing food your manager was forced to supply the station with cameras both inside and outside the station. On Cam AB you see Pump 3 was completely empty, devoid of any living being.

Checking through all the cameras you exhale upon finding that the creepy figure was not in sight. “Just a drunk homeless man. Nothing more. Nothing less.” Plugging in a single earbud you lean forward on the counter. The crumbled note immediately catching your view. Staring at the note you shoot a glance back at the computer monitor. Satisfied at nothing you reach for the note, carefully unfolding the damaged paper.

I was taught from a young age that no one is perfect. Even god himself was not the pure loving individual whomst many compare themselves too. I’m not perfect. As much as I disagree with the fact, my dear (Y/n), you are not perfect. You are of the rare gems upon the world that has yet to be encased with taint.

Tires screeching onto bare pavement snaps you into reality. Holding the note close to your chest you see a huge truck pull up onto the trucker’s only gas pump. Placing the note down you walk around the counter and unlock the door. An older man with a fading hairline waves eagerly at you despite the tiredness eating at his face. Waving back you return the smile. As he turns to refuel you couldn’t help but observe the desert landscape now blanketed with darkness. Flies buzz around your face. Heading back inside you shake off the paranoia messing with your mind. “Just nightshift jitters.”

Repeating the mantra you focus yourself on finishing the list. Restocking and swapping out outdated chips was easy as your colleague and best friend Carla had done so before you. All you really had to do was to open the bathrooms. Something you were less than pleased at doing. Checking the cameras one last time you were struck a nerve when the trucker lights a cigarette. Leaning at the microphone by the monitor you hold down the only faded red button. “Can’t smoke near the pumps.”

Startled the trucker looks around him with a confused race of movements. “Up here smart guy.” You chuckled. Dropping his defensive stance the man turns to face the overhead camera. Raising his hands in defeat the man places the bud on the ground. Smashing it beneath his boot. “Thank you.” You chirped.

Through the front and curving on the opposite side of the dumpster you jungle the keys in your hand. Unlocking the men's first your heart nearly skips a beat upon the eerie squeaks of mice. The desert was prone to these little buggers. As you struggled to lift the lock on the female padlock you notice the camera above is off. The iridescent red light was off. “Son of a bitch.” Entering through the front again you notice an immediate foul odor. Shielding your mouth you trek further into the building and to your utmost horor find the source of horror to be a pile of garbage on your counter.

Your eyes well with rich vibrating anger. A truckers horn blares through the harmony of night. Snapping your head just a moment too quick you are able to see the ass of the truck exit the station and high tail on the lonely road. Frustrating screaming you throw the trash off the counter onto the freshly mopped floors.

“This is the last fucking time i’m taking this god aweful shift!”

Finishing cleaning the mess you painfully sat on the wooden stool. Holding your head in your head you stifle a silent sob. You hated this job, this way of life. The only reason you even agreed to take the later shifts was to cover the cost of your shitty apartment in the middle of nowhere in a shitty state. The crumbled letter once again is the turning point in your night. Wanting to rid your mind of one trouble with another was a toxic habit that somehow suited you well. Smoothing out the wrinkles you bring the paper close to your face.

I met you at my mother’s funeral. Such a strange place for soulmates to find each other don’t you think? While we mourned the loss of the departed somehow the universe saw best to unite two lovers together. In death there is life and love. I felt it, i’m not sure you felt. That’s okay, I understand. As you read this (Y/n) there must be an impressive amount of questions in that mind of yours. I can answer a few but others I cannot not. Will not. Not until we meet. Will I hurt you? No. When will we meet? Soon. What do I want. Your heart.

You pause, an unfathomable certainty of deepening terror floods your mind of rationality. There is a the heart wrenching sound of glass shattering a horrendously horrific shout. Not just any shout, the type of shrill roar that comes from a wounded animal. As much as you wished to check to cameras you wanted this hell to end. So you finished reading the “note”.

Do I want something from you? Yes, your love. As much as I wish to hold you in my arms I realize that if I do so it will only be detrimental to our story. So I will wait until we’re both ready. It may take weeks. It may take months. I don’t care if it takes years, we will wait until our hearts are ready to grow and nourish the sprouts of our love. I love you (Y/n). Forever and ever.

Love, Your fool.

As the paper slips from your trembling hands you slowly move your intensive stare at the monitor. The back was safe, the pumps were safe, the storage was safe, the back rooms were safe. Each and every room was safe. All except for the employee parking lot. Your war had a huge hole in the driver’s window, mysterious liquid drips onto the pavement from the window. Grabbing the baseball bat beneath the counter you slowly edge out of the store. Into the cold of night you trudge forward to your car.

Approaching your car the metal bat slips from your grasp. Clanking against the pavement the metal weapon rolls to your tires. As inspected by the camera your drivers window was broken into. Glass shards in the seat reflect light from the neon lights above you. Blood drips from the car door. There is a letter spelled out in the blood. And another. And another.

Taking a step back you drop to your knees at the horrific message.

“1 Corinthians 13:4-7”

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lilintiel · 5 years ago

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nobody requested: “Hideyoshi Nagachika aesthetic”

-Mod Chess ❀

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lilintiel · 6 years ago

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Iskandar is red,

Arturia is blue,

Diarmuid is Lancer,

like Karna and Cu.

Gilgamesh gold,

Ozymandias too,

if you spend Saint Quartz,

you’ll pull Mapo Tofu.

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lilintiel · 6 years ago

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My thoughts on the ending of banana fish

Banana Fish ended on the 20th, and then onward, a lot of posts have been made regarding the ending and what people thought about it. I’ve seen mostly negative posts, where fans were openly hostile to the ending and I get where they are coming from. There was the occasional positive response, and I understand their views too.

My stand on BF and whether the ending was justified falls on the grey area. I tend to oscillate between hating the ending, and liking it for being a powerful, emotional, and haunting experience. Why can’t I decide? Because I’ve got questions I just can’t justify in my head. I can’t come to a reasonable conclusion because of the loose ends that I feel were left in the manga by the author.

This is not meant to be an emotional rant, please bear in mind. I finished the manga back in July, and I’ve had months to ponder over these questions, and reached no conclusion.

Hence, I’ll just place the specific issues I personally had, and hope that, I’ll eventually figure out why it was created the way it was.

I’ll divide this post in 3 parts :

1. The events leading up to Ash’s death

2. Ash’s choice to die

3. The role that other characters played, and why the author chose to ignore their “fates” if you will, and only deemed it necessary for ash to meet his end in that way

I’d like to thank @angofwords, @lynxash @yoru-no-gaspard @ash-callenreese @saishii , with whom I discussed this over months, and finally @shu-kaku, who practically kicked me in the butt to get me to write this post, because I wouldn’t shut up about the arguments :’D

Also, to @zaenaris and @soso1777, my replies have been abysmally late, but here is what I had planned to say in response to you both.

A. THE EVENTS LEADING UP TO ASH’S DEATH

The battle at Mannerheim’s institution finished with Dino, Foxx and Mannerheim dying. Blanca, Sing, Ash, Cain, and all the gang members return safely, with few casualties on their side.

Afterwards, there were clearly two days before the manga ended : Day 1 , where Sing confronted Yut Lung, and Ash and Blanca talked in the park.

Day 2 : where Eiji leaves for Japan, Sing gives Ash the letter, Ash gets stabbed, the story comes to an end.

My question is regarding the behaviors of the characters in these two days, or rather, how Yoshida-sensei chose to write them.

Firstly, Sing Soo Ling, the very competent gang leader, who knew that his brother, hell bent on hating Ash for being a “monster who killed Shorter” and apparently on the mission to “harm Sing” , was missing, never once thought of tracking him down? Provided he had two days at hand? Sing had cleared his animosity with both Ash and Yut Lung, and I’m pretty sure, as a gang leader, he had conveyed both these details to his underlings. Therefore, it’s unlikely, that Lao, could NOT have heard it from at least one person in the gang (even if he was not a part of it anymore, I’m sure he had people close to him), if not from Sing directly. Lao was the only family member Sing had in the Chinese gang, so it seems a very far stretch that he would not have made any effort to get him back in the ring.

Ignoring the above question, assuming Sing was very busy, or the question escaped his mind, my second problem, Lao Yen Tai.

He was under the impression that Ash was a deadly enemy to Sing. His goal : kill Ash anyhow, even if he died in the process, so that Sing could be saved.

So, on that day, he followed Ash around (there is no other way he could have known Ash was at the library)

This is him spying on Ash and Sing talking in the reading room :

Ash and Sing then went outside, and argued loudly for sometime. Lao, of course, followed them, and saw Sing and Ash yelling at each other. Sing ran away, very much unharmed, and alive, after yelling at Ash Lynx’s face. Lao saw the whole thing.

So, my question is, Lao DID NOT come out of nowhere, he was observing the whole exchange. If Ash Lynx was bent on killing Sing, or fighting him one on one, he had plenty of room to do so, but he didn’t. so, why didn’t Lao, go after his brother, and try to clarify the situation before going at Ash on a suicide mission? The excuse that he was “scared and confused and wanted to protect Sing” breaks down here. Logically speaking, Lao should have followed Sing, instead of going at Ash with a dagger. But Yoshida mysteriously chose to overlook this.

Third question : the blatant disregard for reality, in the following situations :

1 A gunshot going off, no one comes to investigate

2 Ash drips blood all over the staircase and goes back to the reading room

No one notices

3 A human being bleeds out, sitting in a chair, in what I’m assuming is the Rose Reading room of the NYPL, which is very much NOT CARPETED and no one notices the blood (~3 to 4 L of bleeding is needed for an average human to collapse and die) in fact, in the screenshot I see, there is NO BLOOD, running out on the floor, not even a single splotch.

Very interesting choice on both the author’s and animators’ parts

4 Also, since the anime time-line is the present day, I’m assuming there will be stuff like surveillance cameras present, so, my question is, what were the security people doing?

The readers are expected to keep the sense of reality suspended for all of the above points.

B ASH’S CHOICE TO DIE

First off, I’m a staunch believer, that Ash wasn’t suicidal, and that he didn’t actively go out and seek situations that would put him at risk of dying. I don’t know how the fandom views him as, but to me, Ash is an extremely resilient human being, and he wouldn’t give up his life just like that unless something major was at stake.

Ash says in ep 13, at the pier, that “there were times I felt that death would be a better option than what I was going through at those moments”

This is not the statement of someone who was trying to give up his life willingly, but only considering that choice under extreme situations. Ash had gone through a lot, more than any one of us, and especially me, who has had zero experience of depression or CSA or trauma of that nature, can fathom. And of course, there were times he felt that death would end his suffering, but also, he had a strong desire for survival and freedom from all that he was going through, and the goal to get revenge on those who had wronged him.

In Angel Eyes, he says this to Shorter, and I think that’s proof enough of how Ash was ready to bend his horrible destiny to his favour and survive whatever he was going through.

With all of that out of the way, I’ll point out the reasons which (according to me), served as his reasons to choose to die:

Why Ash did not seek medical help/call out to someone : Ash’s legal status was still that of a criminal, a gang leader, and whatever might have been his reasons for committing those crimes (ie -for survival), the law wouldn’t see him as anything but that.

The reason Blanca prevents him form going after Eiji to the hospital after he is shot, is precisely this :

There would be too many questions about who he was, what he did, etc, and invariably, the police would’ve been called on him by the hospital staff, since he was technically being treated for a potential homicidal would (a stab to the abdomen). Ash would’ve been questioned by the staff, asked for records, etc. If the police got involved, he’d have been taken into custody after being recognised. Even if Jenkins and Charlie stood up for him, and his status as a victim in the Club Cod trials was taken into account, Ash would not have been able to escape some sort of legal penalty, imprisonment or otherwise.

On further questioning, the names of his accomplices, ie, Eiji, Blanca, Max, even Sing, would come into the light. That was a mess I’m sure Ash wanted to avoid.

Any sort of contact with legal or law enforcement was a big no no in Ash’s current situation, and remember that the police were already looking for Ash at that time, and how Eiji refused to give them his location.

Let’s assume that Ash goes to the hospital / is taken there by people who saw him bleeding out, and he is eventually tried for his crimes. His case is widely publicised, since he is the biggest witness/victim in the Club Cod case. The Corsican foundation was still active, and Ash Lynx was still a successor of Dino Golzine, who had previously bought legal custody of Ash from the state of New York, which means, Ash’s identity as A J Callenreese, was no longer valid. The Corsican hotshots would still come after him, one day or the other, in order to go after Dino Golzine’s empire.

I’m excluding petty gang violence from being a threat to Ash, since at this point, all the major street gangs of NYC were Ash’s allies.

The Govt officials being tried by the court were also potential enemies. Club cod trials would mean more exposure of the politicians, more risk of Ash being the target of thugs or assassins in revenge (like it happened before with Kippard, where he sent the female assassin after Ash in the hospital)

Considering all of this, it’s obvious to me why he didn’t want to drag his life on, especially after the stabbing was done.

A more poetic explanation would be : to keep Eiji safe. It’s needless to elaborate. Ash had already made up his mind that he would remove himself from Eiji’’s life altogether, since he couldn’t risk putting Eiji in the position where they would have to look behind their backs all their lives, or be on the run, or worse still, his enemies tracking back to his friends, including, Eiji, Max, Sing, (or even Blanca), to hold them as leverage to get back at Ash.

Yes, I do agree that his decision was majorly influenced by this wish to keep Eiji safe, forever, by choosing to get himself out of the picture, but only because he was put into the place of choosing in the first place by the author.

I don’t agree with stuff like destiny, or fate, or paying for your actions because of a mysterious force in the universe decided so, because all of those are apt for ballads and fairy-tales, not real life. The above were reasons I could come up under realistic settings. In an ideal black and white worlds, all crimes are punished and all wrong doings are judged fairly, but not in the world we live in , and certainly not in Banana Fish’s world, where the “good guys” paradoxically suffer much more than the “bad guys”.

I’ll also don’t agree with Yoshida on Ash having to “pay for his crimes, as he had blood on his hands, so he had to die” mindset that she allegedly had. If that logic is applied, then I don’t see why she applied it selectively to Ash and not to Banca, Yut Lung, or Sing or any other person involved in gang life.

Instead of that, I’ll see Ash’s death as his choice, and his alone, not because he had to pay, but because he had decided to let go of all this continuous tug of war with his life and end it on his own terms. I don’t think Ash would’ve liked to suffer alone, all his life, in imprisonment by the state (if he was caught), or being held captive by another Golzine/Foxx wannabe.

I respect and agree with his choice, even if it’s not possible for us to ever know for sure why he did it.

C. THE ROLE OF OTHER CHARACTERS

The best possible outcome for Ash’s story, as I see it, would be taking up Blanca on the offer, or at least, if not go to Caribbean, then let Blanca provide him means to remain in NYC in a safer way.

Blanca is an anomaly in Yoshida’s world. He’s the only person who mysteriously remains alive, despite being an assassin, and committing perhaps even more crimes than Ash. He not only escapes his work related enemies, but the entire USSR (during 1980s) and manages to remain under an alias/ second identity. He escaped from the Kremlin, and its ruthless organization, the KGB

If living such a double life is possible in Yoshida’s world, then why did the author not find a similar way out for Ash? It looks a feasible option to me at least.

Second comes Yut Lung. His situation is made prey clear in the manga. The whole fiasco with Banana Fish was cleared up, the Lees died, Yut Lung got his revenge, and struck up a potential friendship / truce with Sing. It’s made clear that he repented his decisions to go after Eiji, or to get Ash to acknowledge his worth as a rival, by whatever means he could.

He let down Sing and Blanca by how he acted, who were the only two positive influences in Yut Lung’s life at that point. He would not have gone after either Ash or Eiji afterwards. So his status as Ash’s enemy was nullified.

The options open to Ash at that point (if the very stupid Lao fiasco did not happen) :

1. Live his life as a gang leader, and always stay on the lookout for his life from his enemies

2. Remove himself slowly from the violent life and maybe assume a different identity like Blanca did to escape all of that for good.

But under no circumstances can I see Ash and Eiji reuniting immediately after the canon events. Anonymous communication, or though friends like Max or Ibe-san, that I can picture, but not ash risking Eiji’s safety by meeting him. Not until years have passed, and Ash’s life became somewhat stabilised, if that were even possible.

It would have hurt, sure, but his unnecessary death could be avoided.

TL;DR :

My point is, I wouldn’t have been confused by Ash’s death or even agreed with it, if only it had been written in a more natural fashion, in accordance with the rules Yoshida set for the ENTIRE manga. She wrote Ash to be a superhuman being, dodging bullets from automated weapons, surviving gunshot wounds that would be fatal on other people, and being able to completely override the effects of anesthetic drugs, in the final battle at Mannerheim’s (as a med student, that is one fact the I find ridiculous, only because its so unrealistic, and impractical) and lots of other fantastical characteristics.

So, his death at the end felt like the author had already decided on having a certain ending, and then lazily arranging characters and scenarios to fit her choice.

That’s why, my stand on the ending will remain ambiguous, because I cannot accept all these logical fallacies and call the ending realistic or well thought out. Did it pack a punch and make me cry? Yes. Was it haunting and emotional? Yes. But was it a justified or logical ending? No.

The decisions on Ash’s part were consistent with his overall characterisation, but not the circumstances which lead him to make that choice. The arguments that “Ash’s past will definitely catch up to him one day, so death was the best option” is pretty ambiguous. Even if it did, choosing Lao to stab Ash as an example of it, was poorly thought out in my opinion.

The points I wrote above are subject to faults, of course. This is just one way to look at it. Feel free to counter my points, I’m not a US citizen, and I don’t know how politics, law or gang life works there, hence, my reasoning is based off common sense and parallels under similar situations. Maybe I am wrong in certain aspects too. I’d love to hear what you all think.

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