#I don't care if they were cold heartless manipulative

[adoregojo]

tiktok makes me wants to bang my head to the wall TF YOU MEAN YOU HATE WHEN WRITERS GAVE YN A PERSONALITY????? YOU TELL ME YOUD RATHER READ A PLAIN AND BORING YN LIKE THEY'RE A DAMN NPC???

[joelsprettyprincess]

Taming of the Shrew - Part 1

Pairing: dark!Arthur Morgan x f!reader Summary: After you finally call it quits on your on-and-off relationship with the outlaw, Arthur is forced to find a different way to make you stay. Series-wide tags: Toxic relationships, manipulation, obsessive behavior, smut, secretly unprotected piv, babytrapping, pregnancy, canon-typical violence, slight canon-typical misogyny. Wordcount: 3.3k A/N: I am very, very excited for yall to read this. It was so fun to write. Unfortunately I girlbossed a little too hard and it's almost 10k words. 😭So, this 'mini-series' will be split into 3 parts. As for accuracy, I did try, but the timeline is a little off. Just ignore that.. And what do we think of the series name?? Bonus points if you know the reference! I felt it was appropriate. Also, there is no smut until Part 2. Sorry! And as always MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Tags: @dandelion-ranch @i-will-give-you-love @amaranth-writing @heloixe

Part 2 is out!

“Just leave me alone, Arthur!”

These words flew from your mouth like bullets that struck him in the chest.

“Excuse me?” he said in a low growl, stepping towards you. You were both by his tent in his gang's current camp, and it wasn't exactly isolated. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Kieran watching them curiously over by the horses.

You sighed, running a hand over your hair. “I'm just so tired of this.”

“Tired of what, exactly?” Arthur inquired dryly. He crossed his big burly arms and gave you an annoyed look.

“Everything, Arthur. The runnin’, the stealin’…the killing. I'm sorry, but I am not meant for a life like that.” You crossed your arms as well. A soft wind blew; inappropriate weather for the pressing conversation the two of you were having.

He came even closer. Those eyes…they were piercing yours with that discerning stare. “You say that like you've actually done any of it. I'm the outlaw, not you, sweetheart.”

You threw up your hands. “That's exactly the problem. If my daddy knew, he'd just about kill me, then hunt you down too. You know I can't…I can't…”

Arthur grasped your hand roughly, but you threw him off. You stomped away to where your horse was hitched, and of course he followed.

Arthur called your name, trying to stop you. Mary-Beth was watching you now too, but he didn't seem to care. Luckily most of the camp was out doing whatever it was this gang did for fun. Robbing, most likely, you thought, snorting.

“Quit the games,” Arthur spat. “We both know you're just gonna run back to me. You need me– and I need you. Don't leave.” 

“I most definitely do not need you, Mr. Morgan,” you snapped. “Why don't you go back to that Mary girl? I've seen them letters.”

A shadow passed over his face for just a second. “...Just go home. You are heartless, woman.”

You felt a little bad, but swallowed the feeling down. “I'm leavin', and I ain't coming back,” you cried, getting on your horse. “I've had enough of this gang's shenanigans. Don't come near me neither. I can't guarantee I won't let my daddy shoot you.”

With those cold parting words, you sneered at him and rode off towards Rhodes.

Regret sat like a pit in Arthur's stomach as he watched you leave Clemen's Point. Relationships were like a curse in the Van Der Linde gang. Inevitably they would be struck by death or divisiveness. Arthur had tried hard not to fall into the same patterns, but it seemed his loves were doomed from the start.

He paced around camp as he decided what to do. You and him had not been together long, only perhaps 3 months had passed since he first crossed paths with you at the saloon. 

You'd looked so out of place, sitting stiffly at a table in the corner with your maid. He'd watched you down a cup of brandy and immediately start coughing. It was clear you weren't used to the rough environment of a bar.

Arthur decided then, that he would show you.

And show you he did. You were initially attracted to his shadowy aura and western roughness, but spending more days with him revealed the genuinely caring man underneath. Arthur showed you so much of the world; he took you out for long horse rides through the forests, winding through the trees before making camp for the night and perhaps fucking before drifting off to sleep underneath the stars. 

He introduced you to a new way of life, one that was fading due to civilization, but exciting nonetheless. The first time you saw him shoot a man, you weren't sure whether to feel incredibly aroused or disgusted. Maybe it was a bit of both. Maybe the way of the outlaw was your path?

That is what you thought, until he brought you back to camp. It was a pretty bit of land, flat and grassy, but the people were something else. The men were loud, stinky, and violent, and the women were like men themselves. They all knew how to shoot, to steal, to survive. 

And you didn't. You were a wealthy girl; your father made his fortune in oil. You'd slept on a bed with silken sheets almost your whole life, and the closest you had come to a gun was looking at the ones your father had on display in his office.

Your mother was a society lady, obsessed with gossip and flirting with the help.

Both of your parents disgusted you, but you knew the privilege you had. You were their only child and therefore would receive a sizable inheritance upon your father's death. As cruel as it seemed, that was the only reason you tolerated them.

However, this was now threatened by your romance with one of the most wanted men in the country. Of course, you hadn't known he was wanted so badly when you first met. It wasn't until he had shot that bounty hunter that he'd told you the truth.

“I've got a price on my head,” he admitted to you while cleaning off the blood at a nearby stream. “A pretty big one.”

“How big?” you'd asked, sitting on the grass near him.

He dabbed at his shirt with a damp rag. “Er, about…five thousand dollars.” He mumbled that last part.

You whipped your head up. “Excuse me?”

“Five thousand dollars,” he repeated gruffly. “I know, I know.” He chuckled. “You can turn me in, if ya want.”

“Arthur,” you exclaimed, standing up. “That's…that's just so…who are you?!”

“Just somebody who's made a lot of dumb choices over the last 20 years. Listen, sweetheart, it's fine. I been runnin’ all this time and they ain't caught us yet.”

“Yet,” you said, then paused. “So…you killed a lot of people, then?”

He shrugged. “You really wanna know?”

“Good point.”

You weren't willing to completely submerge yourself in the pool of crime,  and Arthur couldn't quite blame you for it. He knew you were a society heiress, destined to hold luncheons, not revolvers. 

But that did not stop him from trying. Would not. That thing with Mary…well, he didn't like to think about that. It would not happen again.

Arthur jogged across camp to his horse…then realized that following you was probably not a good idea. You were angry right now, and you would cool off eventually, but right now you probably needed some space.

He sighed. Dutch was right. Women had so many needs. 

Arthur spent the rest of the day doing chores around the camp, plotting and thinking. And his thoughts got angrier and darker as time went on. Who did you think you were, anyway? Refusing Van Der Linde's most trusted associate? One of the most feared men in America? You were so uppity, with your silk dresses and thoroughbred horse. 

He slammed his axe down on the chunk of wood in front of him, frowning deeply and squinting his eyes against the sunset. Perhaps he should just tie you to his horse and bring you to Tahiti with the gang. Maybe then you would lose that damn attitude.

Arthur hit the wood so hard it burst into pieces, going everywhere. He grunted, then dropped the axe to the ground and trudged over to his cot. 

He could not pretend like your passionate declaration was unwarranted. You had seen the gang do violent things, things that made you think that being a sheltered rich girl wasn't so bad.

But the taste of freedom kept drawing you back like a drunkard asking for one more shot. You liked how the gang didn't answer to anyone but themselves, not dominated by any law or person or expectation.

It was a war of ideals, and his side was nearly out of ammo. Arthur really couldn't offer you anything but his love. It was no wonder you were running back to your parents. 

But his love was deep as an ocean, and as all-consuming as one too. After Mary closed the book on their romance (or was it just a fling to her?) forever, Arthur had been sullen and angry for a while. He swore he wouldn't let any woman make a fool of him again.

And then he met you. You, who was even richer than Mary, with twice as much sass and the same sweet Southern accent. You were drawn to each other like a ring of oil and a match. 

It was a love that was sure to burn and destroy.

Arthur slept fitfully, still angry at your rejection. He was hoping you were just caught up in the heat of the moment, but if you weren't, well…he would cross that bridge if he came to it. Tomorrow he would visit your father's manor.

After leaving Clemen's Point, you rode your horse back to Rhodes, fighting tears. That man! Arthur was an enigma sometimes. He was a stupid man if he thought you would really give up your life for him. No matter how handsome and broad-shouldered he was…

You were not returning though. You had a bad habit of pushing Arthur away, then coming back within a week. The two of you had an unpleasant cycle of affection: after you inevitably returned to his arms, he would act kind enough, then subtly become more obsessive and manipulative and suffocating until you’d had enough. He never chased after you too hard, knowing you would be back. 

And you always were.

Just before this latest rejection, Arthur had been angry because you didn't express much interest in learning to shoot.

“‘S not like we'll be sending you on missions or anything. Just think you should be able to defend yourself, is all,” was his reasoning.

“I thought you would protect me?” you had countered. He'd promised you wouldn't have to lift a finger if you stayed with him, that he would do everything for you.

“An’ I intend on doin’ that,” he insisted. “But it don't hurt to know how to use one. You see Molly? She don't know how to do much of anything, and you see how Dutch treats the girl. I don't want that for us.”

“It just feels like you misled me,” you huffed, smoothing off your riding dress. “I didn't know this lifestyle was so…so…”

“Well, newsflash, sweetheart,” Arthur said snarkily. “We survive out here. Ain't no oil money for us to fall back on. If that's the way you feel, then, just leave, ‘cause you obviously hate me.”

“Arthur!” you chided him. “You know I love you–”

“You sure?” he cut in. “It sure seem like you just came here lookin’ for a good time. I've bared my soul for you, and you can't even do this one thing for me.” He shook his head, disappointed.

That had set you off and caused you to take your leave, yet again.

But this time it was really going to stick. You were done running around with a criminal, especially since your parents were starting to notice how often you were absent. And if Arthur came around, well, you'd get your father to shoot him!

Arthur woke up early the next morning, still feeling annoyed from yesterday. The snooty look you had given him when you got on your horse pricked his mind like a thorn. 

He needed you…to behave. To submit. To love him. Violent feelings were coursing through his veins. This was different than with Mary. When she left, he'd let her go, knowing it was useless.

But you…you were different. You actually had an affinity for the lifestyle. Maybe you just needed…a little push?

He hopped on his horse and started towards your home. He was going to convince you, no matter what. Dutch was still talking about taking them to Tahiti. Arthur bet you would like it there, better than your stuffy manor, surely.

Arthur rode fast and hard. Usually he met you quite a ways away from the town to avoid anyone possibly seeing and recognizing you, so he'd only been around your home once or twice, which was north of Rhodes, near the Kamassa River.

He was really tired of this running around. You needed to commit, now, and stop the bullshit that kept spouting from your mouth.

A good bit of riding later and he slowed, seeing the stately silhouette of your manor. It always made him vaguely uncomfortable.

He hitched his horse nearby, then took up a position that would allow him to observe the front of the house without being seen. He just needed to talk to you.

Arthur was used to staking out locations for hours, so he settled in. You had never dared to sneak him into the house, so he wasn't sure which window was yours– but he would wait. Oh, yes, he would. You were not going to escape that easily.

After perhaps an hour and a half of watching the help come and go, Arthur finally saw you emerge from the house, alone. About time, he thought gruffly.

He hung back, waiting till you got on your horse and start towards town before quietly mounting his horse and following you.

Arthur waited till the path was isolated on either end, then easily rode up beside you. “Morning, sunshine,” he greeted you cheerfully.

You squeaked in surprise, then turned and looked. “Arthur?! What– what’re you doin' here?”

“I need to talk to you,” he said firmly. “You ran away so fast yesterday, didn't even give me time to defend myself.”

“Ain't nothing to talk about,” you replied. “We're done.”

“We ain't.”

“We are. Leave me alone.”

“This is what you want in life? Stayin’ in some giant empty home with cash to burn? No excitement or nothin’?”

“Maybe,” you said annoyedly. “What of it?”

“I know that's not what you want,” Arthur said firmly. “I gave your life meaning, and I'll be damned if you try to deny that!”

“You have no idea what I want, Arthur Morgan,” you snapped, riding faster. He kept pace with you.

“I know you want more than this. I know you love me…or at least, I thought you did. Maybe I'm a fool and you've just been using me this whole time. Is that it, princess?” he demanded.

“No, Arthur–”

“No, Arthur,” he repeated in a squeaky voice. “You always say that. I can't believe it! I've been such an idiot this whole time. You never loved me. You just wanted a– a chaperone. You women are such cunning creatures. I gave you my whole heart, and you just stomped on it.”

“Arthur!” you cried, feeling guilty and angry at the same time. “You know that's not true. You know I love you. But the truth is…if my father were to ever find out about you, he'd surely disown me, and cut me out of the will. How could I risk that?”

He snorted. “All you care about is money, huh? Listen to me, sweetheart. It doesn't matter if you get that inheritance or not. You'll be alone forever. You will never, ever find someone like me. No one else puts up with your bullshit like me. Maybe you'll find a nice enough banker, who'll give you a kid or two out of duty, maybe you'll live in this house and hold parties just like your mother. But you will never be fulfilled like you would with us. You'll be surrounded by fancy possessions, maybe, but you'll always regret not coming with me.”

“Arthur,” you said hoarsely, staring at the dirt path ahead. This is how he got you everytime. He knew your biggest fear was being unfulfilled in life. He knew, and he never hesitated to use that against you.

Arthur knew you like a priest knows sin. He'd listened to your confessions for days on end, and now he was using them to break you down.

“I…I…” It was difficult to articulate your thoughts. He was very skilled at making you feel bad.

Before you had a chance to answer, a shot rang out and a bullet zipped between you two. Your horse neighed loudly, reared, and you fell off with a shout. You fumbled, getting tangled in your skirts, trying to crawl away.

Arthur cursed, then vaulted off his horse to grab you and drag you to the nearest cover. He stowed you behind a large rock, then peeked over and started trading shots with whoever was trying to apparently kill him.

“Arthur Morgan!” a masculine voice called out. “Turn yourself in or we’ll be forced to put a bullet in you!”

“Who is that?!” you screamed, terrified. 

“Another damn bounty hunter, probably,” he grunted, switching to his rifle. “Just keep your pretty head down.” 

You covered your ears and cowered. A few shots later, and the only sounds remaining in the forest were your horse’s panicked neighs and Arthur’s labored breath.

He sheathed his rifle and wiped off his forehead, leaning his head against the rock. “You okay?”

“Barely,” you said angrily. “You see what I mean now? I can’t live like this, Arthur! I’m sorry! I can’t risk it.”

Arthur went silent for a bit, and you glanced over at him. He had his hat pulled down low to where you couldn't make out his expression. “I’m gonna see who was huntin’ me,” was all he said before getting up and going over to examine the bodies.

You had no desire to see any mangled corpses, so you stayed behind the rock while Arthur investigated. 

You heard a shout, then a sick groan. What the hell? You lowered your head even further.

Arthur came back a couple minutes later. “We’re clear,” he said. “Just some idiot who thought he could really capture me.”

He had blood on his hands and his shirt. That coupled with the sweat that was shining on his forehead, made him look kind of attractive to you. Wait, what? 

“He wasn’t quite dead,” was his explanation.

You shakily stood up, dusting off your skirts. “D-D-Don’t ever talk to me again, Arthur. I want nothing to do with this.”

Arthur examined you for a while, and you grew uncomfortable under his stare, but you looked right back at him.

He finally sighed and shrugged. “If that's what you want.”

You watched in disbelief as he got back on his horse and left, apparently riding back towards Clemen's Point.

What just happened? 

That little nymph. 

Arthur was internally raging, gripping the reins of his horse so hard it was sure to leave angry red marks on his palms. If it weren’t for that damned bounty hunter! He was sure he could have convinced you to come back.

This was going to require something more drastic. Something…serious.

He rode back to camp while he thought about it. Luckily things were pretty calm for now, besides those hunters. He hoped it wasn’t a sign of something urgent. Dutch and Hosea were working on locating some gold that apparently existed around these parts, and were opting for the long run instead of going in, guns blazing. That worked out for Arthur, who had no desire to leave you anytime soon.

The question was this: What would not only bring you back to him, but make you stay permanently? Hmm…some sort of pressing situation, obviously.

He couldn't threaten you; that would be a bad foundation for your relationship.

The untimely demise of your parents, maybe? No, you would most likely be sent to a relative’s house. 

Speaking of parents.

Arthur felt a good idea forming. He furrowed his brows in concentration.

Speaking of your parents…you had spoken about your fear of being disowned.

Would that push you back into his arms? If you had nowhere else to go, would you turn to him?

But under what circumstances would you be disowned? If he made an appearance on your estate, you would probably be disgraced but not disowned, and he would be shot on site with any subsequent visits.

He needed you so bad it fucking hurt. Even just the thought of never seeing you again made Arthur desperate enough to try even the craziest plan.

An inkling of an idea was taking shape…

Perhaps, instead of a death…maybe a birth?

End of Part 1.

[hibiscesque]

Gave my word to OOMF that I would get over my fear of y'all sophistiqué fellas on Tumblr and actually post an analysis here, so here goes nothing.

Mori and Dazai: a noncomprehensive opinion-based analysis of the most talked about parts of their relationship by me, Lily, that has been fleshed out and crossposted from Twt.

[Feat. attached screenshots of some of the interesting contributions others made when I posted this there over the summer at the end, and the links to their Twts so you can check their accounts out if you're on the hellbird app too!]

I figure the best place to start is the place where discussion about Mori and Dazai's relationship often starts and ends: abuse.

It is an unequivocal fact that Mori was in a position of power over Dazai, as his elder, superior in rank, and the doctor who saved him. I wholly agree with this piece of the fandom collective consciousness. I do have a bit of a different interpretation, however, regarding how he used this power.

I do not think Mori lorded it over Dazai to take advantage of him sexually or hurt him physically, and from my reading of it, canon seems to support that. In fact, it was in Mori’s best interest in his relationship with Dazai to do what all the best manipulative abusers do: pretend that this power does not exist at all.

He presented himself to Dazai as Dazai’s equal, a partner in a dastardly scheme to take down the Port Mafia boss. He knew Dazai would say yes—as a disillusioned boy who seemed to have no attachment to his old life, what other answer would he give?—but took deep care to give him the illusion of choice.

Maintaining the illusion that they were equals was very important, as Dazai was older and of an entirely different breed than Yosano. His old strategy wouldn’t fly here. I think this actually displays the versatility of Mori’s manipulative skills, how he was so easily able to adjust between them. Even the narrative of Fifteen, whether this was deliberate or accidental, seems to intimate to the reader that there was not the power imbalance between them that you would expect. It specifically corrects you from seeing Dazai as Mori’s son or charge, seeming to want you—or want you to see Dazai—come to the conclusion that they are, though I use this word very differently than we do when it comes to SKK, partners in crime. But that is absolutely not true. He was a fourteen-year-old playing adult games.

Mori probably figured out pretty fast that Dazai was used to being the best manipulator in the room, and that he was usually incredibly adept at hiding this from the adults around him. It was to his advantage to utilize this fact and let Dazai think that he was the one in control between them, ergo the easy agreement to giving him a painless death later on when he had absolutely no intention of ever granting him that.

That's not to entirely de-dimensionalize their relationship. I do think in some ways, a lot of ways even, Dazai had Mori wrapped around his finger. For starters, we see several examples of him being petulant or defiant to Mori that evidently amuse Mori rather than anger him. Furthermore, I think I can go so far as to say that in the early days, Mori admired Dazai, in a way. Dazai effortlessly lived an existence lacking traditionally defined humanity and empathy, something that hadn't come quite so innately to Mori. He himself hadn't had to cultivate that cold, heartless calculation until the Great War, at which point he got himself so far into this "character", for a lack of a better word, that he played to protect his country, that he'd begun to grossly overcompensate. Become the exact monster he believed he needed to be, though I don't think he'd put it in those exact terms.

But to Dazai, all of this seems to come easy as breathing in the light novels. It must have been fascinating, in a way, to meet what he spent so long striving to become in the form of a fluffy-haired, teenage attitude-filled, lower secondary schooler.

Even the fond admirenvy, however, would eventually become a tool. There's a clear logical advantage to Mori to letting himself feel regarding Dazai to the degree he did where he allowed himself be jerked around a little bit. It would make Dazai more secure in the thought that he was the one in control between them, exactly the belief paradigm Mori needed him to keep existing within to be able to maneuver him to the utmost degree of exactitude when it mattered.

Something else I do disagree with the fandom about, which you've probably been able to ascertain by now, is that Mori, so to speak, birthed the darkness in Dazai. Made him that way. Forced him to be that way. Anything like that.

This darkness, in my opinion, already existed when they met.

I think Mori sensing that, as aforementioned, is part of the reason he chose to ensnare Dazai in his web in the first place. There's a whole other discussion that could be had about the sheer coincidence of acquiring the one child in the world with an ability that could turn off the Deus ex machina we know as Corruption that existed within the second child he would acquire not a year later—and yet another about why the mafia higher ups saw Dazai as a credible witness to the old boss' death—but while no, Dazai would probably have not gone on to become a mass murderer and expert torturer were he not brought into this life by Mori, he was very likely not an angel otherwise.

To me, the adroitness with which he manipulated Chuuya into joining the mafia makes this clear. That is not something he’d picked up within the last year he’d known Mori. Seamlessly using manipulation of that caliber is a skill that usually comes from being exposed to other manipulators from a very young age and/or a natural predisposition toward it. Usually "and". It's still a skill that can be cultivated, whether on purpose or not, but it's not something that's easy to just pick up and learn intuitively unless you're pre-tuned to it for one of those reasons. I also bring up that infamous scene in Fifteen where Dazai empties a magazine of bullets into a dead body. I see many things in that instance, but primarily a hurting and psychologically disturbed child.

While watching the death of the old boss could easily have been a traumatic experience for him, I think we can extrapolate from Dazai’s other aforementioned behavior that one, he’d been exposed to the darker side of society far longer ago than when he’d met Mori, and two, he was at that point, whether by natural means or not, rather stunted in the empathy department. I’m not saying that Dazai is incapable of feeling it—simply that he does not feel it to the degree the average person does. I know a lot of Dazai fans will disagree with me on that, but I do believe this very strongly.

This all comes back to the circle of bonding him to Mori; Mori always presented himself as his equal in that way, after all. While I’m sure Dazai had met more than one unempathetic adult before him, this could easily have been the first time he'd met one who was like him in the sense that their intelligence allowed them the manipulative skills to use this "lack of compassion” to their advantage.

I think Dazai was quickly and, to steal his own word, indelibly fascinated by Mori. We can see that he’s adopted many of Mori’s mannerisms—the most obvious example being using a dramatic shtick to lower people’s guards and make himself appear more harmless. For Dazai that's his ridiculous suicide attempts that will never work and appeals to women for double suicide, and for Mori that's playing the doting, haggard father to Elise. I think they both enjoyed these roles more than they let on, especially Mori, but they do serve a purpose. Correct me if I’m wrong on this, but to this point I even believe I remember a Japanese-speaking fan saying that Dazai copied some of Mori’s speech mannerisms in the untranslated text of Fifteen that were hard to emulate in English.

I think Mori, in his own way, for the reasons I shared earlier on, is equally as fascinated by Dazai as Dazai is by him. Mori is such an enigma, however, that I’m left with a question when analyzing a certain part of canon that I think the answer to depends on how charitably you want to interpret Mori: why didn’t he just kill Dazai instead of ousting him from the mafia?

I think there are two possible answers to this. One, he knew Dazai would be useful to him in the future. After all, he wouldn't be able to use his Deus ex machina more than once without him. And of course, there's Natsume's Greater Plan, the lengths to which Natsume has gone to set dominos in place for I think we're only just starting to grasp.

But then there's also two, that he, against what anyone might expect, cared about Dazai enough that he didn’t want him dead. Perhaps it was even both. I will leave you with that to ponder. Thanks for reading! 💝

& Now... Bonus!

Thoughts from Alli omgdqzai on Twitter:

[CW: CSA, though not in the form of sexual contact between Dazai and Mori]

Thoughts from Pysta pysta_myn on Twitter:

[crownmemes]

Cold-Hearted Sentences

(Sentences for muses with hearts of ice - or, at least, the apperance of one. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"How can you imagine that I could ever care for you?"

"Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side."

"You are a cold-blooded extrovert that exhibits psychopathic tendencies."

"Were you born heartless or did the job make you like this?"

"Do not weep. It brings no solace."

"You're the most cold-blooded man I've ever known."

"You are a back-stabbing, heartless, manipulative bastard!"

"You're the most cold-blooded man I've ever seen!"

"It is as healthy to enjoy sentiment as it is to enjoy jam."

"You really don't care what happens to me in there tonight, do you?"

"Were you born cold-blooded, or is there some sort of transfusion you can get on the NHS these days?"

"You are flesh and blood! You have feelings!"

"You are allowing emotion to cloud your judgement."

"You must be honest and cold and considered, without kindness or restraint. "

"You should have done better."

"I look you in the eye, and you don't seem so stone-cold to me. You just seem lost - maybe a little sad."

"I am not given to outbursts of brotherly compassion."

"Gratitude is meaningless. It is only the expectation of further favours."

"I've long since given up caring for anyone."

"You are so cold. If I were to punch you in the heart, I'd break my fist."

"You question my sincerity. You think I'm heartless."

"I hear that you're as cold as the snow, and that you don't have any weak nerves or fear."

"All lives end, all hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage."

"All emotion is abhorrent to me."

"Everybody dies. It's the one thing human beings can be relied upon to do."

"This is no time for sentiment. We must look to the future."

[podcastenthusiast]

So that scene where you ask Astarion for sex and he breaks up with you in Act 3 if you slept with him in Act 1 but somehow missed his Act 2 romance stuff/character development.

This scene here:

(Sorry I could only find it on Tiktok. Not my video.)

What I find interesting about it is how unnecessarily mean he is. Personally I think he's trying to avoid a much more difficult conversation.

"I never slept with you for pleasure alone. Couldn't you tell?"

...Yikes. Yeah. I could tell.

"Back in the forest, we both came out on the winning side. The game was clear."

But it wasn't, though. He almost makes it sound like they both had a deal here but he was manipulating Tav, using himself like he always has, and it's like he's angry they never cared enough to notice that.

"You get a moment of escape with a world-endingly beautiful vampire. I get someone to defend me from Cazador."

Something about the way he refers to himself here reminds me of that line he says when he's bitterly lamenting the way everyone just wants his body. "There's nothing more desirable in the world than a vampire, is there?"

"I don't think, honestly, that your services are worth the cost."

...What cost, exactly? He really emphasizes the word. Plus, focusing on Tav's "services" as a protector shifts the focus away from his role in things. Astarion was the one knowingly, well, offering a service, for lack of better phrasing. This reminds me of another line of his, too, if you tell him after Araj he doesn't have to keep using himself like that, and he says "It isn't worth the scars anymore."

"This is what I do. Who do you think you were dealing with? Some fairytale prince? Haha! You are one of a tiny number of people I've slept with who aren't dead. Cheer up! It's quite the achievement."

This is so over the top extra rude. He even does his most fake laugh. Brings up his victims like that as if he killed them when we all know he was forced and there's layers of guilt, disgust, and self-hatred there.

He's trying so hard in this conversation to present himself as the monster he expects the world to see. He's saying 'yes, I'm exactly as cold and heartless as a vampire should be so don't look any closer' because in his mind it's too late to be anything else. They're in Baldur's Gate or near enough and he'll have to face Cazador soon. This is Astarion in full advanced survival mode, imo. Nothing matters but his revenge and the promise of power/safety.

He can't afford to let feelings distract him, even if that means burning some bridges with Tav. He can't be vulnerable anymore, because Tav hasn't shown him by now they could be a safe person for that.

[internetmisfitsworld]

I know Call of Duty Mobile comics are not canon (at least to my knowledge), but it's nice to see some crumbs of Makarov contents. Most importantly, there's a hint of "Makarov being a girl dad" moments in the comic that had me screaming.

We get to see more of his personality, though some of it were a bit OOC to me. But most of the time, they got him right. More russian quips and all, something we don't see much back in MW2 and MW3.

His sassy bitchy side. We got glimpse of that back in MW2 and MW3 but in the comics? Deadass he's such a sassy little shit, that at some point I couldn't even be mad at him 😂 .

We also get to see him sort of, kind of, but not really, have this odd sometimes wholesome, mostly questionable, father-daughter vibe with Sophia Couteau. This bit was probably that caught me off guard the most, mostly because we know him as this cold heartless bastard that he is. It was mentioned that he took her in as his protege after her father died. She became part of his crew along with another character Wraith. Funny enough, Sophia even slightly defend Makarov against Dame (her mother) here.

"I know how much you long for big strong parental figure to make things right for you"

"Big Daddy Vladimir" (The way I cackled when I read this line agagahhaha we get it Dame ✋️✋️✋️Makarov is big and strong lmaooo she so real for that)

"As much my mother as Makarov is" (Confirmed. Makarov is mother 💅🏻)

Anyway, back on the topic.

Interestingly, Sophia's father, Edouard "Templar", once tried to kill Makarov. Sooo, you can see why I label Sophia and Makarov father daughter vibe as "questionable", since well... it's Makarov we're talking here. Trusting Makarov is a deathwish.

So, what was Makarov's intention of taking Sophia, whose father tried to kill him, under his care?

Personally, I believe there's a thin line between genuine care and using her for his own cause. I do believe he initially took her in to use her for his personal agenda. But overtime, he grew to care for her a little bit. Maybe he sees himself in her, reminding him back in his days when Zakhaev took him in (different circumstances but still there's similarities). But of course, I don't believe his growing care for her diminished any thought of using her as a pawn for him to use. But damn it he did had me thinking that he genuinely, truly cared for her.

Another thought I had is that, he might took her in because he sees it as some kind of twisted way to get back at Edouard? Maybe he thought; "You tried to kill me? Imma steal yo kid and be a better dad than you then lmfaoo *runs away with adoption paper in his hand*"

But not really though. Considering at the time, Edouard was considered dead (turns out to be alive sometimes later though agaaag this comic really kills me because anyone can never be truly dead). So, him doing this in the name of "getting revenge" on Edouard, is pointless. Unless of course, he's always known Edouard is alive the whole time.

Yeah all in all, it was really a treat to see Makarov being nice and affectionate with someone. A treat and kinda astounding sight too. Especially since we know what he's like in the game agagaa. Like yeah we know who he is and what he is, we know if push comes to shove, he will probably betray Sophia in a heartbeat. But still, it's heartwarming to see their interaction.

Makarov Parenting 101: Gives manipulation tactics advice

Makarov Parenting 101: Be the first to cover your kid's back. Also, keep your kid's close.

Makarov Parenting 101: Teach your kid your language

(FYI Sophia is French. And yeah I know that it doesn't really mean anything considering that a) it's a pretty simple and common phrase so maybe she doesn't really know russian and only knows a couple of phrase or b) maybe she learned the language herself. But still, it's fun to consider that maybe she pick it up from Makarov. Bet she learned a few curse words as well 🤣 Mak disapproves at first but overtime he finds it amusing and snickers whenever she said it)

Makarov Parenting 101: Gives reassurance to your kid (even if you have to lie)

Yeah I'm on the fence on this one, because as much as I want to believe it, part of me have a feeling that he had that family killed. Also,

"I'm not a monster" The audacity of his ass to say this line lol 💀

Bonus:

It's a funny sight to see him helping someone up. Because we know what happened the last time he did that (rip allen you should've never take that hand). Also, he didn't have to help her up. She's more than capable to do that. Not just Wraith but Sophia too. But here he is giving his hand to them. Notice that Sophia was ahead of them, so I'm gonna assume Mak went up first then wait out to help Sophia up the roof then help Wraith. "He really said "I might be a mass murdering psychopathic terrorist but at least I'm a gentleman 👍"

Also another Makarov Parenting 101: Always help your kid up first in high altitude situation.

So yeah. In the comic, they seem to tone him down a little. Shows his light and sometimes dark, humorous side (a nice change though I'm not complaining). A little flirty too ("never darling" "Freya my dear").

"Never, darling" (SWOON GAGAHAHAGA)

[nomoreusername]

The Plan (Part 2)

Pairing:Aris x female reader

Summary: Despite what he knows Aris is conflicted on how to truly let you go.

I can't believe it. I don't want to believe it. I don't want to believe that Y/N could do that to me.

She had told me herself though. I was nothing more than a plan.

It was depressing really. Now that I look back on it, it's so obvious that she hadn't just grown feelings for me. The change in attitude from a few girls, the way we always ended up as alone as you could get, and how she seemed so interested in everything I said, should have been a huge red flag, but no. Instead, I just decided that she actually felt something for me. I thought that she actually was different and would get to know me and who I am, my morals and beliefs, the things I like and don't, before deciding whether or not I deserve to die. I thought that I had actually meant something to her. I thought she cared about me.

She says she does now, but I don't believe her. I can't. Even if I did, what next? We just move on from the fact that she was just as bad as basically everyone else?

Actually, no. She's worse. I had fallen so deeply in love, and she used that to her advantage.

She's not just cold.

She's heartless.

The fact that I know all of this and am still carrying her back to her tent is pathetic. I could easily wake her up so she wouldn't die of frostbite. Instead, I had her in my arms, curled up to my chest.

I have never hated snow so much before. Not until it meant her needing to be near me.

Of course, that's sort of an excuse. Like I said earlier. I could just wake her. I didn't have to carry her bridal style to her place.

I was though, and I have never felt like more of an idiot doing something good. At least when I was with her I didn't know she was a master manipulator. Now that I did, with me still caring, the pain’s probably on me now.

It actually all is. I blindly loved her and didn’t spot what she was thinking when she acted like she did.

It kills me even more that the very first time she said those three words was after I found out our entire relationship was built upon lies.

But whatever. I’ll just keep holding her until I can't. It's all fine. Everything is fine. I’m fine.

As I approached her already opened tent I felt tears pour down my face. Ignoring them, I ducked my head and entered the place I had spent so much time in.

Holding my breath, I tucked her into her sleeping bag, making sure she was on her side the way she always slept. With her tears shining like dying stars through the dark, she was almost blinding to look out. There were too many things to take in. Too many small details and unwanted, maybe real, emotions.

Looking at my feet to avoid those, I spotted a small paper. Picking it up, I saw my handwriting.

A letter.

A stupid love letter I had given her a few nights ago.

Picking it up, I crumpled it into a ball before throwing it on the ground. Glaring at it, I pretended it was her through my blurry vision. Wiping more tears with the back of my hand I actually gave her a cold look before saying one last thing.

“It's not like it meant anything to you anyway,”I spat. Stepping over it on the way out, I zipped her tent and stormed to mine, of course being just a little further away than everyone else's.

Because screw me, right? Because I definitely asked to be here? Because I definitely didn't spend my first month here sobbing my eyes out every chance I got because of how alone I was?

At least when they were all adjusting to their home and wondering how they got here, if they did something wrong, if they were being punished, if they were meant for something, or if they were dangerous, they had each other. They could just ask for help from someone. And what did I get? People talking about whether or not to send me to die, right in front of me.

I hate this place! I hate all of them! I hate her! I especially hate her!

Without bothering to close it, I fell on the floor of my tent and sobbed like it was the first night all over again.

[fizzingwizard]

My favorite things ever created for Lupin III were Mine Fujiko's Lie, and The Woman Called Mine Fujiko

Not because I don't love the fun, energetic, quirky vibe of the classic series. Not because I prefer Fujiko to the boys (though I do adore her).

For me, The Woman Called Mine Fujiko resurrected not just Fujiko, but every female character written by a man who assumed he knew what makes women tick - or didn't care whether he knew, and just wanted to write her that way.

In the classic series, Fujiko's both a strong, dangerous woman who regularly betrays Lupin, yet she's also a helpless damsel in distress who needs Lupin to save her. How much she is of either depends on the writer and the story. Her saving grace is that, even back then, there was already more than just a sense that Lupin enjoyed getting outmaneuvered by her. They were the kind of perfect rivals who make the fan girls drool when it's two men, and start to see secret romantic longing in every look. Lupin and Fujiko really were rivals in love, but instead of making them more interesting, it hurt them. It made Lupin seem stupid, and it made Fujiko seem cold, heartless, selfish, and arrogant. What's more, because the story always favored Lupin and the boys' POV, we rarely ever got a glimpse of what Fujiko thought or felt - so fans were free to attribute to her whatever motivations they wanted. And fans, when it comes to beautiful, treacherous women, aren't very open-minded, let alone forgiving.

So The Woman Called Mine Fujiko was desperately needed. It somehow managed to pull Fujiko out of the grip of the male gaze without turning her into some kind of angel. It subverted the whole "she turned out like this because she was damaged as a child," by making us think that's what happened to her and then making it all a lie. She's still a criminal. She still betrays and uses people and is less spiritual and more practical about taking life than the romantics Jigen and Goemon (and often Lupin) are. And the underlying message was, it really doesn't matter what made Fujiko. She's a woman, and she's free to do what she wants. Even if it's bad. If we admire Lupin, we really have no business hating Fujiko. (Specific episodes can make most anyone hate her, but that should be chalked up to bad writing and low respect for characterization. This is, after all, fiction.) And, we learn, Lupin isn't in love with Fujiko just because she's beautiful and dangerous. He's also in love with her because he loves freedom, and freedom is Mine Fujiko.

In Mine Fujiko's Lie, we once again get this amazing, nuanced Fujiko who subverts tropes as neatly as she high kicks in heels. Her antagonist is a warped version of herself, a master manipulator who doesn't realize how he's manipulated by others, whose freedom comes with his first taste of desire - and which ultimately leads to his destruction. Nothing ventured, nothing gained - or lost. In her usual style, Fujiko defeats him by seducing and betraying him. While the art avoids the gore of Jigen's and Goemon's episodes, the eroticism highlights Fujiko's body's softness and vulnerability in a way that makes her seem desperate but determined as she uses psychological manipulation to win over sheer male power. Thematically, yeah, she's still talking about love and sex. But there's something existential about the way she talks, something deep that digs into the human psyche.

And the reframing of Fujiko's skill as psychology rather than seduction is only part of what's modern and liberating. The other is her relationship with the little boy (whose name I can't recall atm :P). We're primed to think (or dread) that Fujiko is about to tap into her latent maternal instincts. She's a woman, so of course she won't be able to resist a motherless child! And, as un-Fujiko-like as that would be, the alternative - her stealing the boy's only chance at a healthy life along with stranding him as an orphan - was too distasteful to hope for. The story string us along, making us think it'll be one, it'll be the other... and then, in the end, she's neither drawn into motherly sentiment, nor does she turn out to be utterly irredeemably (the usual fate of women who don't perform femininity in an acceptable way). She gets what she wants and the boy gets what he needs. He probably won't have stellar memories of her - and she's still far, far from an angel. But she's worked the job the way that she wants to work it, with resourcefulness and independence. Unlike her helpless charge, or her helpless antagonist. It's telling that this is the only movie of the three in this series which results in a direct kill (of the main antagonist, I mean). If there's anything Fujiko can't stand, it's helplessness. She's going to survive. She doesn't wax romantic about what it means to be a warrior. Someone came for her, she gave as good as she got - that's Fujiko. And yet, though she can't afford to be weak, she isn't so hard that she can't fall asleep on Lupin's shoulder.

I needed both of these stories to love Lupin III. Without them, I don't think I'd be able to look at it as anything more than a boy's fantasy. Fujiko's gotten some better development and overall treatment in some of the more recent anime series - but I will say that I was really disappointed in her in season six, because I felt she was rewritten to be more like ScarJo's Black Widow than anyone who could function as Lupin's rival and lover at once.

rabbit trail: The bit in Goemon's Blood Spray, where Fujiko walks off because Goemon's self-punishment is too ridiculous to watch, and Jigen and Lupin are all "This is how men are," about it, gets a mixed reaction from me. On the one hand, I tend to feel like Fujiko, that as confused yet determined as Goemon was, him killing himself through training is just wasteful. As is his friends letting him, because that's what he wants and he's got a warrior's spirit and yadda yadda. But on the other, my real issue is claiming this is a gender difference. It's glorifying the warrior philosophy yet again, when in the real world strong, war-hardened men run from battle every day, not because they aren't real warriors, but because they have sense. Live to die another day. (Which, incidentally, is what happens for Goemon, because he survives the training.) IMO Fujiko left because she's practical. Goemon did what he did because he's spiritual. Jigen didn't understand him, but went along with him anyway, because Jigen is emotional. And Lupin did understand him and deliberately didn't get in his way because he's a mix of little bits of all the other characters.

[supersonicob]

I can't believe i won! I actually won the war! No more toxic b.s., no more fighting, no more love bombing, no more manipulation! It's finally ended! You text my phone some b.s. fake ass, cold, heartless apology. Only apologizing for the fact you yelled at me, cussed at me, and said F*** YOU! To me....but you turned and with the same evil tongue said you meant everything else you said. Yeah I was right you were indeed some kind of evil prick. I look forward to the day you receive your karma. When the most high checks you and puts you in your place. And smashes that ego, pride, and Vanity. When the most high HULK SMASHES your narcissistic ass straight into the fucking mud! Even if you don't get it sooner rather than later....YOU WILL get it when the most high gets back. Your judgement WILL be a dish best served cold indeed. But aside from that, not talking to you FEELS SO DAMNED GOOD! I FEEL SO MUCH WELCOMED PEACE! 🥰😊☺️💯 it's so much more calm and peaceful now that I've kicked you out of my life. My life was better off without'cha in the 1st place....and I should kick the guys ass who gave you my damn number and hooked us up in the 1st place. 😤 you WILL be the VERY last male I WILL EVER let get close to me. EVER! You have taught me how to be cold and heartless. You taught me how to have apathy, to not care about emotions and feelings. You and all the other lovers that's come and gone out of my life. You all have taken a turn in destroying my empathy, and kind hearted personality. Before I met you I had some sliver of hope still in me. Before I met you, I still believed that I would have my happily ever after. But oh man did you destroy that entirely. You need to stay the fuck away from women, your a manipulative heart breaker and you can't fix it. There is 0 hope for you. So I'm going to now enjoy this new found peace and quiet and calmness 🫠☺️and celebrate this occasion!🥳 i honestly don't give a damn about what you think of me. I'll still handle my bills, household, and eat and sleep every day regardless. Your opinions don't matter. You are now deceased to me as far as I'm concerned. I dont need the headache and your ass gave me a damn migraine. No more taking chances, no more dating, no more males coming in and out of my life! And this is a serious vow I make to myself. I put that on my dad's grave 💯. At the end of the day though. I won this battle! I kicked you out of my life for good!

[tripleguess]

Your thoughts don't define you, solely your actions do — what a cute sentiment, one you'll faithfully subscribe to, following the guidebook on 'How To Be A Good Person' to a T, like the gospel for a priest. Call it masking, call it acting; it doesn't matter. If you're defined only by your actions, then your actions shall be selfless and compassionate.

— how did it come to this? She's yelling at you, calling you horrible and manipulative. Oh, I know. By being unconditionally helpful, she has been relying on you for over a year, confiding in you, as you help her with whatever you can. In the process, with the belief that your thoughts do not define you, you've been lying to her. Yes, you care for her. Yes, you'd never leave her, you'd be heartbroken if something happened to her. Yes, you worry for her. Yes, she means a lot to you. Yes�� please, don't let these fears plague you, even if - and you omit the latter part - they're entirely true. You may lack the capacity for remorse, but lying— I mean, masking everytime you're with her, it is exhausting. It exhausts you. It frustrates you. Right then, you slip, and as you share a truth with a broken voice, she'll not recognize you anymore. Because, while you may see it as something kind, to put in effort for someone even if you don't emotionally feel the urge to, face it; to anyone normal, it is simple deceit. If your thoughts don't define you, but your actions do— the action in question, deceit, that defines you. Your thoughts have tainted your actions to an ugly shade of red.

Easy fix, you think, still clinging onto the belief that your thoughts do not define you. You can be compassionate and selfless despite them, and you can be honest, too. That's what you'll do. You'll be honest, but compassionate nonetheless. This time, it is foolproof.

— how did it come to this? He's yelling at you, calling you a heartless freak he shouldn't have wasted his time on. Oh, I know. Did you truly think people are this simple? In an attempt to be both helpful yet honest, you've only been scarring him, a cycle of setting something on fire and dipping it right into cold water. Countless times you'd check in, make sure he's not only aware, but also does not mind your lack of emotional attachment to him, that he does not mind to solely profit off of your help. You thought you were being straightforward, but in truth, what you've been sending him is only understood as a chaotic mix of signals. He stayed with you, for he believed there to be a hidden part in you that is capable of love, taking your selfless actions as evidence for its existence — and one day, he'll give up, realizing that it isn't the case. Your thoughts don't define you, your actions do— but honesty, isn't that just brutality? For over a year, you've been torturing him with this hot and cold mix, as he's been desperately trying to "win over" something that doesn't exist. Words hurt; you've been hurting him. If your thoughts don't define you, but your actions do— the action in question, cruelty, that defines you. It is an ugly shade of red.

…

There's no way around it, is there? Your thoughts may not define you, but your thoughts do not exist in a vacuum. In the long run, it'll shatter whatever you build, and instead of building another tower in vain, perhaps it is time to accept the broken shards as a defining trait. You'll still show kindness; still act on the guidebook in your hands. But at an arm's length, pushing those away who step too close with a harsh reminder that No, you're not a good person, even if your actions may have given a different impression, for your thoughts do not match it, and that is indeed a defining trait. Your thoughts make you a bad person. A simple truth, that you wear as a glove. Nothing you'll do will change that.

[kitakeo]

Okay this is kind of what I'm talking about. I have unbridled rage for this take. I for real do not understand it my issue with the book was liking him too much that it was easy to overlook the very minimized murder and i thought that was the point . If you couldn't stand him I don't know how you'd make it through to the end? Did you not sympathize with his final snapping? Did you think him not crying for his mother was damning?

I'm not saying you have to think he's a good person as you know. The murder and his compliance in a lot of bad shit. And not everyone will find the same characters resonating with them but he was just so practical and logical and all of his emotions and actions had clear thought— even if the result was that it didn't much matter to him so he'll remain indifferent— outside of the murder.

And to imply that he's almost manipulative like "the people who care about him think that he returns the feelings" "seems to have genuine feelings but doesn't" is just... incorrect to me? He is incredibly honest and never misrepresents himself at pretty much every point like that's why he's sentenced to death because he didn't see why he should lie about feeling sad about his mother!!! Do you want a murderer to lie? Do you want him to proclaim a love he doesn't have? Would that make him more likable to you? What??

When Marie asks to marry again he is very honest and clear that it doesn't make any difference to him so he will if it is important to her. She knows that love doesn't mean anything to him already! And she smiles and understands and says it's important to her so they will! What part of this is manipulative like what do you want him to do?? Him lying about loving her in the way that she means it would be manipulative. He can't just make up feelings??

HHHDRGH. I don't know why this pisses me off so much. I felt that his trial reflected how both he and his victim were unfairly treated to focus on his low empathy as opposed to, you know, the victim. We never learn the victims name but the prosecution sure does say Meursault is cold and heartless just look into his eyes. So to have this takeaway is just so hard for me to fathom

It's unfair of me to say that it is wrong and be upset I suppose as I can't tell anyone how to feel about a character but I do think the arguments and implications for why here are just so shallow. There are very very clear reasons to not like Meursault and out of them all his lack of emotion/empathy is a bizarre thing to hinge your dislike on, to me at least

[robotlesbianjavert]

i'm not sure what to ask besides what do you think the nayuta + denji + power + aki dynamic would be like? my sister and i were discussing it the other day i think the nayuta + power interactions would be explosive given how needy both are. they definitely band together to dogplie people though there's no doubt about that. aki and denji would not survive it i think. ik some people aren't fans of "everyone lives and is happy" aus but idk love, peace, and, happiness on the planet earth i love em <3

but like fujimoto's works mean so much to me. his work has made me cry more than once. he puts so much thought into his characters and their behaviors. the payoff after all the buildup is amazing.

i bought chainsaw man 1-14 + the csm light novel + fujimoto's one shots in japanese the other day. cus i really want to learn japanese. buying jp manga to read will serve as a motivator. plus i got the complete could you die, my darling? and the tokyo bride story series. since both are favorites of mine. they haven't come in yet but i will be so happy when they do. also i think you can cross reference this with other asks i've sent since i'm kind of frequent in your inbox LOL. will probably fall asleep after sending this

OH HO MY MANGA REC ANON EYYYYY HOW YOU DOIN

anyways excellent question had to think about it a lot while getting through my post-camping haze. i think in some ways i have to mentally break it down in two camps: does nayuta + aki/denji/power take place in a scenario where shenanigans have taken makima out & brought nayuta in before makima's scheming were able to manifest, or a scenario where makima shows her hand and the plot more or less plays out except aki and power manage to eke out a survival?

this distinction would be most apparent for aki. if we're dealing with the former scenario, where aki can still 'love' makima, he's gonna grieve her, feel guilty about not being able to stop it because he just feels guilty about everything, so he's gonna be really protective of nayuta. a bit smothery. in the latter situation though, where makima's plans have come out and he's feeling shock and betrayal, and probably fear and anger and guilt over how power and denji were in danger? i think aki would be much less open to having her around, even cold and distant. not outright mean, but think how he was with denji and power turned up a notch. not like completely heartless about her, she's still sooooooo baby, but it'd be a rocky relationship. nayuta is gonna think he's annoying probably. but he makes good food. so he may live.

with denji, i think the most important factor to consider in comparison to what we're seeing from the denji+nayuta canon relationship, is that here denji isn't alone with her. while i still think denji and nayuta would still be the closest, but i feel like denji doesn't have to Single Dad it so soon after losing aki and power. like, in this reality has he been forced to confront the truth of his childhood? confront makima's manipulation of his feelings? while i don't see denji like, being less close to nayuta and wanting to take care of her, i do think there's some room where he's less compelled to make her #1 while aki and power are still in his life, or if he thinks that aki can help take care of her the way he takes care of everything.

this probably is of no surprise to anyone but the idea of a power + nayuta dynamic intrigues me the most. i think first and foremost that they would Not Get Along (At First, Shenanigans Can Still Happen). their brashness and pushiness are so similar that i think they'd just fuckin clash. ESPECIALLY over denji. they both want denji to pay attention to them and be their bestie and not hang out with the other. in particular, i think that power would delight in being Bigger and More Powerful (from her perspective) than the former makima, and try to pay back all those times makima intimidated her. this won't work out for her! but then something looney tunes slapstick will happen to denji and they will take a break from their rivalry to laugh at him and all will be well.

the other aspect of power+nayuta i kinda mull over is like - so we see power openly disobey makima, The Control Devil, in chapters 90/91. and i'm going to have to reread the series to recall whether power had disobeyed makima before, because i feel like i had the thought before those chapters came out but i can't remember. we do see power pathetically pushing back or whining when makima tells her to do something, only to be cowed when makima looks at her like :) but it's still different from the more servile or fawning way people influenced by makima. though maybe it's because power is a fiend rather than one of the humans that makima condescendingly dotes on. idk i just want power to be My Most Special Girl and have that 'it factor' that lets her resist makima's direct control or something. and nayuta recognizing this and being both threatened and intrigued by her. it's not a legit theory i have but i do think of it.

but eventually. EVENTUALLY. there will be love peace and happiness on the planet earth. fujimoto would never deny us that.

but yeah 110% agreed on fujimoto's works meaning a lot. csm, fire punch, his pre- and post-csm oneshots, pretty much everything has a spark that i straight up can't resist. i do get extra sentimental about look back and goodbye, eri just because they happened to come out after i was dealing with a loss and it was like, Man He Gets It. and he's a fan of psycho goreman dude has taste.

anyways. wishing you LOTS of luck in learning japanese. i will never be able to do so because i do not have a head for languages (my mom lost the form for doing french immersion and from that point i was doomed) and can only subsist on what my friends share, but there's a lot of value in learning any language. which sounds corny. but it's legit.

[sennenpharaoh]

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"You are not my Colonel! You aspire to rule a nation, yet you slaughter the people of another without a single thought or question!"

Atem was continuing his verbal lashing at "Roy", much to the dark other's amusement. If only that Murderer could see his little Coward now, finally being honest with himself for once. Maybe then he'll think that...

Hmm...?

Something felt... warm? On his hand. On his left hand. Taking his attention from Atem for the brief moment he glanced at his hand, noticing a bright light enveloping that hand, almost... squeezing that hand. A muffled voice could also be heard, though no words could be made out.

What is this? Who's voice is that?

All he could do was look at the Coward... and the Murderer he was lashing out at... flash a disgusted face... then scoff.

I see. My little Murderer is worried about his precious Coward. Hmm.

He looked right at "Roy" and gave a slight smile.

You did tell him that you wanted 'all of him', didn't you? What was it I said the last time we met? Ask... and you shall receive. The Manipulative Coward... and the Trespassing Murderer. Aren't you two perfect for each other? Very well. Let's see if you can keep this little vow of yours, as we both know he can't keep his. I'll see you real soon, my beloved Murderer~

A quiet snap, barely heard by anyone, especially not by Atem, who was still angrily lashing out at the "Colonel" in front of him.

"You want to start a family with me? What about all of them? Everyone who lost their families! Do they not matter?! I don't care what Aibou says! I don't care what anyone else says! They may overlook and forgive your actions, but I..."

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"...I can not! I can't forgive the heartless slaughter of an entire nation! I can not overlook the massacre of innocent life at your hands! Those hands are drenched in the blood you caused..." Atem, still enraged, lifted his head to look directly at "Roy", not even realizing what was happening.

"...and I will not forgive the actions of a heartless murderer-"

"..."

"...huh...?"

Atem was looking up, expecting to see the cold, emotionless, vacant stare of the hooded "Roy" just like before, but instead... this was the Colonel in his light dress wear. No longer in the mental limbo, he was back at the moonlit meadow, sitting on the blanket they were both laying on, right before he was proposed to.

"..."

Oh no.

"Oh... oh gods no... no... no no no no..."

Both hands clasped in front of his mouth, to shut himself up for one, but also because he could feel his stomach turn over, ready to expel at any moment. He felt sick, nauseous, petrified, guilty, but once again... he felt exposed. Roy had to have heard all of that. He had to. There was no hiding any of that, it was all let out and he heard it all!

He curled over on top of himself, just trying to hide away, to bury himself, to just... if he could just disappear. Shaking, trembling, crying, panicking.

Please... please tell him that his Colonel didn't hear any of that. Please.

Roy never expected forgiveness, he didn’t think he’d hear those words be said by Atem, but if it was about Ishval he understood.

Was this how he truly felt? He was finally being honest, but the way that he was saying things he didn’t seem all there at all. In Atem’s mind there had to be more to what was going on. Or maybe this was him finally telling him how he felt, but he knew something was way off about everything.

The way Atems eyes looked different from normal was a dead giveaway. He was nervous to try to wake him up, he’s not even sure if he could wake him up from whatever he was dealing with.

Even though he’d like to question what brought this on, he knows Atem isn’t all there at the moment so he couldn’t do that. He still squeezed his hand though.

“Wake up, Atem, please…? I know you’re in there!” He wasn’t going to move him too much because that might scare him. All he does is hold his hand and squeeze it.

[thetruthbehindtheemotions]

Selfishness

I am the one who likes to be considered the "owner of the world." I am the one who always wants to be the center of attention. I like to feel superior, to be praised, and constantly admired. I hate having to give up things, even though I know that many times I am the cause of sadness for others. I don't give up on myself to help or listen to others. I like everything my way and on my terms, without caring whether it will harm someone else or not. Who am I? I am Selfishness.

Selfishness derives from emotional immaturity, characterized by incomplete development of individuality. The selfish person cannot be individualistic because they have to be favorable to group life since they lack the ability to generate everything they need. They will extract benefits from the group—or some individuals within the group.

The selfish person is the one who needs to receive more than they are capable of giving. They are weak, not smart. Or rather, they are smart because they are weak and need to use intelligence to deceive others and obtain what they need but cannot generate. The selfish person has to be friendly and outgoing. They are not like that because they genuinely like people and enjoy being with them. They are like that because they need others and have to charm them to extract what they need.

Selfishness, as such, is a concept opposite to altruism. An altruistic person sacrifices their own well-being for the sake of others; that is, they prioritize the well-being of others over their own.

For example: A group of three starving people find themselves in front of a table with two loaves of bread. The selfish person, without thinking twice, will quickly eat one of the loaves just so they don't have to share with the others. On the other hand, the altruistic person will let the other two individuals serve themselves and eat freely, and they themselves will end up without eating.

But despite everything, it is wrong to say that being selfish is inherently bad. That is definitely a mistake! Just like everyone else, I also have my positive and negative sides. The positive side is that selfish people are the ones who make the world go round, who create arts and civilizations. Selfishness is the secret to a happy and successful life. Instead of pleasing others and constantly saying "yes," let's try to live for ourselves. On the other hand, the negative side is that often we do absolutely everything in pursuit of always being rewarded. It is manipulating people into doing things that we are not capable of, and in the end, we boast about it without giving the deserved credit to those who were truly responsible for our victory.

A selfish person doesn't have time to care about others because they are always preoccupied with taking care of themselves. That's a fact, isn't it? Well, I know that many of you have been selfish at some moments in your lives, but do you know me? Do you know who I really am? Where I came from? No? I should have guessed. Do you know what the biggest flaw of humanity is? It's judging without getting to know first. And that's exactly what you do with me, always judging me, blaming me. But if you knew my true story, you would know that behind every selfish person, there is also a blend of feelings that make us who we are. Selfishness is the most inhumane feeling that exists, or ironically, the most human. Why is that? Well, the selfish person can be considered inhumane because I am simply seen as the heartless part of humanity. I am that cold, egocentric, unscrupulous part that only cares about my own well-being above everything and everyone. But I am like this precisely because I was created this way! But I am also considered the most human feeling because the positive side of selfishness is that it has learned that the best way to navigate through life is by being true to its convictions, vocations, and passions.

I am the product of a troubled love, full of insecurity and uncertainty. I am the result of a passionate love that was born between Pride and Envy. Are you surprised? Well, you shouldn't be. It's even funny to think that not even two negative and vengeful emotions could escape Love. Yes, I am the child of Pride and Envy. And because I am the child of these two feelings, typically considered negative and bad, I have been judged and despised by many. Loneliness is not as comforting as I forced myself to believe at first. You like to judge, you like to poke the wound, but what you really should do is seek the origin of the selfish person. And do you know what the origin is?

Loneliness. That's right! Every good selfish person became selfish because they have always lived in the shadow of loneliness since their existence. That's why we hate giving up a person or an object. That's why we always prioritize our well-beingand satisfaction above others. We have learned to survive by looking out for ourselves because no one else was there to do it for us.

But does that justify our actions? No, it doesn't. Selfishness may have its roots in loneliness and self-preservation, but it doesn't excuse the harm it can cause to others. It's important to recognize that being selfish is not a desirable trait, as it disregards the well-being and needs of others. It can lead to a lack of empathy, strained relationships, and a negative impact on society as a whole.

However, it's important to note that everyone has moments of selfishness. It's a natural human instinct to prioritize our own needs and desires. The key is to strike a balance between self-care and considering the needs of others. Developing empathy and understanding can help counteract the negative effects of selfishness.

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Egoísmo

Eu sou aquele que gosta de ser considerado o "dono do mundo". Sou aquele que quer sempre ser o centro das atenções. Gosto de me sentir superior, gosto de ser vangloriado, de ser sempre elogiado. Odeio ter que abrir mão das coisas, mesmo sabendo que muitas vezes sou o causador da tristeza de muitos. Não abro mão de mim mesmo para ajudar ou ouvir os outros. Gosto de tudo do meu jeito e na minha hora sem ligar se isso vai ou não prejudicar alguém. Quem sou eu? Eu sou o Egoísmo.

O egoismo deriva da imaturidade emocional que se caracteriza pelo incompleto desenvolvimento da individualidade. O egoísta não pode ser individualista porque ele tem que ser favorável à vida em grupo já que não tem competência para gerar tudo aquilo que necessita. E do grupo - ou de algumas pessoas pertencentes ao grupo - que ira extrair benefícios.

O egoísta é aquele que precisa receber mais do que é capaz de dar. É um fraco e não um esperto. Ou melhor, é esperto porque é fraco e precisa usar a inteligência para ludibriar outras pessoas e delas obter o que necessita e não é capaz de gerar. O egoista tem que ser simpático e extrovertido. Não é assim porque gosta das pessoas e de estar com elas. É assim porque precisa delas e tem que seduzi-las com o intuito de extrair delas aquilo que necessita.

O egoísmo, como tal, é um conceito oposto ao altruísmo. A pessoa altruísta sacrifica o seu próprio bem-estar a favor dos outros; isto é, zela pelo bem-estar alheio antes do seu próprio bem-estar.

Por exemplo: um grupo de três pessoas esfomeadas encontra-se frente a uma mesa onde estão dois pães. O egoísta, sem pensar duas vezes, irá comer um dos pães muito rapidamente só para não ter que dividir com os outros. Já o altruísta deixará que os outros dois sujeitos se sirvam e comam à vontade, e acabará por ficar sem comer.

Mas apesar de tudo, é errado afirmar que ser egoísta é algo ruim. Isso é definitivamente um erro! Assim como tudo e qualquer pessoa também tenho meu lado positivo e meu lado negativo. O lado positivo é que, pessoas egoístas são aquelas que fazem o mundo girar, que criam artes e civilizações. O egoísmo é o segredo de uma vida feliz e de sucesso. Em vez de agradar os outros e dizer "sim" constantemente, vamos procurar viver por nós mesmos. Já o lado negativo é muitas das vezes, fazer absolutamente tudo em busca de ser sempre recompensado. É manipular as pessoas para que façam algo ao qual não somos capazes e no final, nos vangloriarmos daquilo sem dar o merecido crédito a aqueles que realmente foram os responsáveis pela nossa vitória.

Uma pessoa egoísta não tem tempo para se preocupar com os outros, porque estão sempre preocupadas cuidando delas mesmas. Isso é fato, não? Bom, eu sei que muitos de vocês já foram egoístas em alguns momentos de suas vidas, mas vocês me conhecem?

Sabem quem realmente sou? De onde vim? Não? Já devia ter imaginado. Sabe qual o maior defeito da humanidade? E julgar sem antes conhecer. E é exatamente isso que vocês fazem comigo, estão sempre me julgando, me culpando. Mas se vocês conhecessem minha verdadeira história saberiam que por trás de todo egoísta também há uma mescla de sentimentos que nos faz ser quem somos. O egoísmo é o sentimento mais desumano que existe, ou ironicamente, o mais humano. O porquê disso? Bem, o egoísta pode ser considerado desumano porque eu simplesmente sou considerado a parte da humanidade sem coração. Sou aquela parte fria, egocêntrica, sem escrúpulos que só liga para o próprio bem estar acima de tudo e de todos. Mas eu sou assim justamente por ter sido criado assim! Mas também sou considerado o sentimento mais humano porque o lado positivo do egoísta, é que ele aprendeu que a melhor forma de transitar pela vida é sendo fiel as suas convicções, vocações e paixões.

Eu sou fruto de um amor conturbado, cheio de insegurança e incertezas. Sou fruto de um amor avassalador que nasceu entre o Orgulho e a Inveja. Ficou surpreso? Pois não deveria. É até engraçado pensar que, nem mesmo dois sentimentos negativos e vingativos foram capazes de escapar do Amor. Sim, eu sou filho do Orgulho e da Inveja. E por ser filho desses dois sentimentos, normalmente considerados negativos e ruins, que fui julgado e desprezado por muitos. A solidão não é algo tão reconfortante como eu me obrigava a acreditar no começo. Vocês gostam de julgar, gostam de enfiar o dedo na ferida, mas o que realmente deveriam fazer era buscar a origem da pessoa egoísta. E sabe qual é a origem?

A Solidão. Isso mesmo! Todo bom egoísta só se tornou egoista porque sempre, desde sua existência viveu na sombra da solidão. Por isso odiamos abrir mão de uma pessoa ou objeto. Por isso sempre colocamos nosso bem estar acima de tudo e de todos, porque sempre fomos ignorados, desprezados e por isso aprendemos que nossa felicidade sempre seria a prioridade. Por isso sou egoísta, por isso as pessoas se tornam egoístas.

Mas o que eu não esperava era que, assim como meus pais, eu também não escaparia do amor. Quando a Paixão surgiu em meu caminho foi impossível não amá-la.

Sempre tão linda, tão cheia de vida. Ela surgiu em minha vida e a virou de ponta cabeça.

Ela fez dos meus dias solitários e desprezíveis mais felizes e coloridos. É isso mesmo. Eu, o Egoísmo, me vi caído de amores pela Paixão. E para minha completa surpresa e felicidade, ela também estava caída de amores por mim.

Mas, infelizmente ela sofria do mesmo mal que o Amor. Eles jamais, em hipótese alguma, seriam capazes de permanecerem ao lado de uma única pessoa. Eu não sabia bem quando tudo havia começado a desandar, ou quando as paredes foram se tornando enfraquecidas e podres, quando o nosso relacionamento perdeu o teto e já não tinha mais sua morada. Eu sabia que algo havia mudado, o sentimento já não era mais o mesmo, os toques não eram mais iguais. Eu não me permiti deixá-la, mesmo que ela já não risse mais das minhas piadas, ou fizesse amor comigo daquele jeito só nosso. Eu fui egoísta, porque a amava demais e temia perguntar o que estava acontecendo. Mas no fundo eu sempre soube a resposta. Porque no fundo era eu, porque ela já não me amava mais. Nunca havia me sentindo tão mal por ser quem sou, fui egoísta o tempo todo por nunca ter percebido que ela não era feliz comigo, fui ainda mais egoista por querer a minha felicidade acima da dela. E agora tudo o que me resta é a solidão e um apartamento vazio, porque a Paixão hoje mora do outro lado da cidade, com alguém que a faz feliz como eu nunca fiz.

É isso meus caros, não julguem uma emoção pelo que ela é ou representa, busque sempre saber sua fonte, sua origem. Por trás de todo bom egoísta sempre há uma solidão, uma rejeição, um desejo incontrolado de fazer os demais nos notarem e saberem que também somos dignos de ser amados. Esse sou eu, o Egoísmo.

"Egoísmo não é viver à nossa maneira, mas desejar que os outros vivam como nós queremos."

— Oscar Wilde

[misti-chan]

❤ King x reader general romantic headcanons ❤

Note : And here it is! A nice anon and @kaizokuwritings asked for some King content awhile ago, but at the time we didn't have many informations about him! But now I was confident to write for him! So, hope you and everyone likes it!!

Also I try to find content for him, but almost found nothing, so if you want something specific for King don't hesitate to ping me! I'll be happy to write for him! ♥

After all he had gone through during his childhood, King is averse to anything related to socializing or people in general. He is someone with huge trust issues towards everyone beside Kaido whom he trusts blindly and thinks he’s Joy Boy, his real savior. So don’t expect him to trust you and be kind to you at first.

In the beginning, he would actually be cold and kind of sarcastic to you, as he doesn’t seem to care about other people besides, you know, Kaido. So it would be a long and bumpy road before King shows any kind of interest in you or deigns to look at you.

You definitely need to be patient and resilient with him as it would be hard to stand against his hard criticism. Indeed, expect him to criticize you every time you make a mistake. His harsh comments are not necessarily there to bring you down, but are on the contrary there to help you do better and to improve yourself. King believes in hard work in order to progress. So you would also need to be a hard worker, someone searching for growth, for him to get a slight interest in you.

I can also see kindness be something that would attract him to you. He certainly deems you as weak at least at first. But, since he was always beaten as a kid and feared as a man, King doesn’t know kindness nor understand it. If he doesn’t deem you weak he would think you’re trying to manipulate others by showing them appreciation. So, then he understands you’re being 100% true. It clearly intrigues him and attracts him your way. 

King may be hard and seen as heartless by many, but he is far from being emotionless. He believed in Kaido, and literally hoped for him to be his savior. Thus, when he felt his heart infatuated with you, he understood that he was in love with you, and that you were a new hope for his future, a better one. King doesn’t feel shame about his love for you, therefore he wouldn’t have any problem confessing to you. In fact he would be the first to make a step.

King is ready to get rejected since he knows about his reputation and his awful behavior, but ready to get accepted? Not at all. He would be totally surprised and a little moved to see that you’re ready to give him a chance even though he is far from being perfect boyfriend material.

During the dating stage, King would be on his tiptoes. He doesn’t know anything about dating and romance, so he would be kind of clueless in the beginning. But he is trying. He would give you your favorite flowers and compliment your progress, giving you tips to improve and encourage you to continue your efforts. However, he is a very busy man, therefore he wouldn’t have a lot of time to go on dates with you. Nevertheless he would try to make some time for you to take you on strolls around the castle. 

Indeed, he is a secret man and wouldn’t want people to know he is dating you. He likes to keep his life private, especially since it could harm you if people knew about you two. So don’t expect dates outside the castle.

Talking about secrets, you would be the only one allowed to look at his face. You are a new and important part of his life. He trusts you and wouldn’t want to hide anything from you. He really hopes you are as ready as him to share your experience as he wishes you to trust him. However, he would only show you his face in private , as he doesn’t trust others.

As for affection and anything related to touch, King is awkward. He was never touched with desire to show him love, as the only touch he knows is violent and brutal. Thus, when you began to show him your eagerness to touch him, he was reluctant at first. But you started to touch each other little by little, small steps by small steps. After some time and adaptation, King finally found himself reaching out for your touch. It is something that he considers relaxing and soul soothing.

The best part of the day for King, is the evening, where the two of you are eating together and telling each other your day. He loves to hear you talk about your tasks, your work and your colleagues. And if one of them has the audacity to hurt you, you can be assured that you won’t see them the next day. Your security and your happiness is one of King’s priorities. And he is so pleased to see you happy and comfortable in his arms at night, when you snuggle against him for his warmth. 

With you, King is happy and hopeful for better days, and a better life. He wishes that one day, you two could have a small house on a faraway island, where the breeze of the ocean would be the only thing to mess with you.

[beomgyuwifey]

Atlantis; chapter 3

Yesterday at night

The long haired boy soon came into view as he towerd over yn frame , covering the moon light as he did so .

" yah beomgyu , move . I want to watch the moon"

" but I'm prettier than the moon , look at me " he said as he moved closer to her face which gave her clear view of his long lashes and his black hair framing his face as he continued to stare her down , she noticed how a faint blush quickly rose to his cheeks as she hitched her breath and felt like she's falling in love all over again .

But she didn't want that so she bonked her head against his as he groaned loudly but all she did was laugh at his stupidity. Beomgyu quickly turned to look at her and tried not to be fazed by her ethereal beauty under the stars tonight . So he quickly hurried to her side and layed down beside her .

Soon the atmosphere got peaceful and almost serene with the moon light shines on the two ex lover's figures .

And each one of them would sometimes sneak glances towards each other as they reached the bottle of alchohol to drink their anxiety away .

" so " yn started as she suddenly felt awkward after remembering that it's been a long time since they had a friendly chat

" YN you don't have to feel pressured to carry a conversation around me , let's just enjoy each other's presence in silence if you'd like " beomgyu reassured her while looking at her soft fetaures as her eyes filled up with a nostalgic and longing stare.

" beomgyu , i miss you "

The boy beside her was caught off guard as soon as the words came out from her mouth directed towards him .

" i missed you t-"

" i still miss you , i never stopped missing you even now . Even though you're here with me it still doesn't feel real "

" neither do i to be honest yn , you changed i changed people change everyday , they grow and evolve. And it breaks my soul everytime i remember that i wasn't there for you- "

" it's not your fault beomgyu, we've been through this-"

Suddenly the boy rose up from his previous relaxed state then turned around his body to look at his ex lover's eyes trying to understand her more even though he pretty much failed everytime he tried to .

" no we didn't yn , you know we never did and honestly i could never blame you for this , i don't know who to blame more your parents or your company that they've been pushing you ever since you decided to pursue this stupid choice of career i-i- everytime i remember our past it breaks me more and more ."

His tears were rolling down his cheeks as he was frustrated from the lack of reaction the girl gave him . She was as stone cold and heartless as he remembered when it comes to sharing her emotions or facing her problems.

" you don't know anything about me choi beomgyu "

" but i know yn , I've never been happier ever since i got your message a while ago i wish we'd go-"

" yeah well when I'm drunk i enjoy making stupid decisions and giving worthless people a piece of my mind " and suddenly all the alchohol dissapeared in his body as he saw how she suddenly became sober and mindful of her words like he always knew her .

He'd always hated how she could sometimes be , he swore she could be so manipulative sometimes. Her words didn't effect him that much anymore. After all he was used to it , everytime he would bring up her parents she'd be all over the place with her words , not caring whenever it hurt him or not . She never did care .

If only soobin didn't talk him out of this relationship he would still be stuck here all over again which at that time when the honeymoon phase of their relationship was over , everything went upside down from his career to his personal life stirring up problems between him and his members .

Yn suddenly got up from her spot and proceeded to leave the place as the boy behind her was still processing her words . She knew she hurt him , she felt bad that she didn't actually feel bad for him anymore after all this time she was getting used to him crawling back to her after every argument they had .

"Yn.."

"Yn !"

Two voices reached out for her at the same time , one was so low and pathetic you could barely hear it which she recognized was beomgyu's

But the other one completely stopped her movements as her breath hitched in her throat trying not to throw up fom all the alchohol she'd consumed .

The voice was alarming and sharp as it called out for her again , its owner was standing before as he scanned her appearance.

" manager yona i-"

" what are you doing here at this late time yn ? "

The woman said as she glared down her frame .which made yn cower away as she replied in a tiny voice fearing for the consequences of her reckless actions.

" i went out for drinks with karina and Giselle "

" oh really where are they now huh ? " the manager voice said back as she mocked her answer.

" they left to go back at the dormitory, i told them i wanted to get a fresh air "

" yeah fresh air with an empty bottle of alcohol "

" sorry ..."

" we'll talk about this later " the older woman said as she grapped yn's arm forcefully dragging her to the car in front of her , taking one last look at her surroundings as she shoved the poor girl in the seat .

Beomgyu watched the scene unfold in front of him as he not dared to interfere again . His eyebrows were furrowed as his lips formed a scowl, he never liked the way SM managers treated their artists especially how particularly harsh was aespa manager on yn .

Then his eyes darted downwards to the bracelet he gave to yn on her birthday last year , which fell off when she left earlier. A smile faintly formed on his face as he knew the yn earlier wasn't his yn . She was just forced to say those words trying to pry him away from her .

But oh dear yn , the heart want what it wants

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