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isn’t it always soooo disappointing when you think a actor or musician or s/t is so intriguing and you lowkey want to interact with people who utilize their playby effectively, and you’re like “look at them!! aren’t they a neat little guy?? I’m obsessed with them. let’s go plot with that freak right now” but your muse shares none such of the same fascination and is like “……………….. why? I don’t get it………. it’s just a Man/Dude/Dudette.”

🙄🙄🙄 he’s such a hater.

#cus he just thinks men are so……. Nothing. #they are just NOTHING. #show him the most interesting man in the world and he is completely unimpressed………. #but show him any woman ever and he’s like ‘amazing. showstopping. masterpiece. marvel of modern times we are blessed to be in her presence’ #I mean he’s RIGHT but can’t I enjoy a occasional dabble into appreciating men for one sec??? #tai: NO!!!!

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@feraldogweeps answered: Toby fiercely slams their palm against the table. Liquids dance in glasses on the impact. Table squeaks painfully. "So murder is okay?" Voice shrill, infuriated. "Torture is okay? Abuse is okay? These things are wrong!" She doesn't know what 'morally' means and skips right past it.

Accusingly: "You're a bad person. I know it."

" woah — kind of a big jump to go straight to murder, don't you think ? "

the liquids dance, but stay contained in their glasses. not that the ocean spirit is worried about a little water spilling over... calm, and unaffected by her outburst, he puts a hand over the glass. the waters bubble and boil; a casual thoughtless show of his powers, toying with the element like a kid with a fidget toy. ( he should hide his abilities from them, but he doesn't. ) " what I was TRYING to say before you freaked out was . . . not everything that looks like a murderer, is. I've met some really ugly, bloody 'monsters' . . . who were nicer than any 'human' I've ever met. " he lets go of the glass. looks up from the now still waters, to them. " but yeah. sometimes murder is okay, " he cheekily finishes, with a pointed little smile and a pestering tone. " like, say someone's trying to KIDNAP you and put you in a lab— for example... then I'd probably look the other way. "

#omg toby chill.... sometimes u have to kill a man its not that deep #akjajj #feraldogweeps

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— his memory of how the night ended was a puzzle of hazy sensory experiences. the whoosh noise of a knife deftly wielded through the air, the sound of his own laughing, and Dai's in the distance, and a big man crumpling to a salon chair in a loud crash of blood and bones and wood. ( but what had happened to the first guy that had come after Tai? Yamazaki must have taken care of that for him... ) he remembers Dai taking him and Kitty into a weird hug that Tai pretended he was trying to slither out of. then, he was face-to-face with Kitty: just Kitty. he thinks he had gone up to him to say something meaningful ... something, but he can't remember what, and he can't remember if he ever got the words out. because after the adrenaline had died down, the nausea caught up with him. he threw up in a small trash bin full of nail polish bottles and cotton swabs. ( he wished he didn't remember that part ... if he was lucky, Kitty and Dai might have forgotten it, too— their memory pushed aside by the probable head injuries they sustained and chemicals they unwillingly inhaled. ) the bright light of a cell phone screen in his eyes ... and everything after that was a BLUR. but it didn't take much deducing to piece together what had happened... they were jumped. out-numbered. it was the only way the three of them would have gotten dragged into a shithole of a predicament like this— a "King" waking up to prodding at his side, in a room that smelt like old cardboard boxes and sawdust.

the combination of chloroform, alcohol, and battery from 50plus men had sent him into the first restful night of sleep Taiyang had in weeks -- but unfortunately, it ended as abruptly as it had begun. he was rapidly awakened from deep, warm dreams into a much more cruel waking world: one where he was stuck with Kitty, Dai, and a bunch of strangers... tied up, too. " ...finally got an invite to one of your parties, huh, Yamazaki... " he blinks as reality made it's unfortunate return, and his hands instinctively pulled against the restraints, once, before his waking mind realized it a waste of time... he shifted in the chair, and he could tell from the lack of pokes or prods against his fabric or skin: everything he had in his pockets was gone... he cursed quietly in a voice still dredged with deep sleep. their captors took away every weapon he had on him. ... or had they? he wiggled a foot in his right boot, and his ankle brushed against a solid object. AHA! they missed one... there was one knife, tucked into a hidden pocket inside his right boot. the bindings on his feet were looser than the ones on his hands, but he couldn't slip out of them like Kitty; his shoes were too snug around his ankles. he tugged his foot against the rope, trying to maneuver it to where his hands couch reach— but it would take a lot of time and force to make that happen, IF it was even possible... But there was Kitty, waving his free toes around... NO ! unless... " how good are you with your feet... " the question leaves his mouth with chagrin, leaving him pained to the core. he really doesn't want to ask. he doesn't want to play footsie with Kitty, and even less-so while Dai is sitting right there, staring at them... but he also doesn't want to see Kitty or Dai get tortured to death in front of him, so he pushed aside his discomfort. " I know at least one of you freaks has to be into foot stuff. " he angles his ankle as best as he can, to reveal to Kitty the location of his knife. the slightest glint of silver can be seen in the fabric of his shoe, if you knew where to look. he looks up, taking in the room. nobody was worried about them yet... and then he looks at Dai. Kitty was seated between himself and the other gang leader. Yamazaki, the leader of another gang, and Yamazaki's boyfriend... could he trust them? what if this was all a set up by Yamazaki?or — what if Kitty got the knife, used it to cut himself free, and then fled ? every second he spent trying to free the others would be a second he risked getting himself caught...

... Taiyang silently considers all of this, and more. looks from Dai, to Kitty. wonders if that's going to be the last thing he sees... and he finds himself surprisingly unbothered by the uncertainty. NOT too pleased about it; he'd much rather go out in a blaze of glory, taking out the president of the finance council or something with him . . . but, he didn't exactly have a lot to look forward to on the outside of this warehouse, either. ( the love of his life hated him and wished he was dead. his best friend was as-good-as-dead. his family was a writhing snake pit... and do not even get him STARTED on his godforsaken 'jOB'— ) no, he's not happy about this potential fate ... but he's not sad either. honestly, he feels nothing. the cavity where fear should be beating in his heart is numb ... empty. he smirks at them. " . . . it's yours if you can reach it. all i ask is, if you're gonna screw me over here, can you give me the knife back before you leave ? " nearly as casual as asking if he can borrow a cup of sugar. " — i just wanna take out a few of them before i die. "

#hatesdogs #yaoogui

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MARK TUAN Harper’s BAZAAR Malaysia April ’24 Digital Cover

#imgs. #q.

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" you should never tell a psychopath they're a psychopath. it upsets them."                       bbca killing eve inspired original character, penned by bee

#I luv this psychopath…. #i support his wrongs

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i was talking about 2D faceclaims with lynnie & bee && it reminds me to share with you my favorite picture of tai's faceclaim...........................

it's this:

he is so beautiful................................

LJAKDLWKHK he doesn't look like that most of the time, he usually looks normal... even pretty

but while there are other 2D faceclaims that would capture his physical features much better and more 'accurately' ..... I just think there is no one else who kinda shares his looks + (with a consistent amount of resources i can use) who also gives off the "fucked up little freak" vibes as much as yato from noragami ajkdhkjhkjajk

ajkdhaj i just cant describe the vibes. if you've seen noragami you get it........... but yato is truly tai's brand. he is a clown loser whose entire existence is to be mocked................ he is also tragedy personified: he was born to SUFFER, he has never known happiness........ he will wear the most detached, unaffected look while killing u because when he doesn't give a fuck, he RLY doesn't give af......................... but he will also meow at you : 3 , wear fluffy pink cat headbands happily, and be the worlds #1 most enthusiastic fan of capyper (which are mythical creatures made up creatures that are basically just capybara's that can walk and wear clothes akjsjaas)

#bro just gets it. #imgs.

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i'm moving into a new apartment this week ( HALLELUJAH TBH ) but that means all my freetime after work is being eaten up by moving boxes, unpacking, sorting, organizing, eTC. so i probably won't get to many replies this week !! just a heads up c: ... anddddd worse, i continue to have to delay the messages i desperately need to reply to KJASJKJJ i'M SORRY !!!

#when i come back i will be a better oomf tho i hope ;_; !!!! lifes been kinda roUGH & i think that's made socializing xtra hard : c #but. new apartment is the 1st home ive had in many yrs that doesnt make me want to peel my skin off and crawl under my bed and not come out #its not much and the bar is pretty low for me but ... having my own comfortable space is going to make me a lot more productive i think #hehehehe

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it's late. really late, actually.

in retrospect, lí chényǔ didn't mean to stay out this late, but every once in awhile, he crosses paths with exactly the right people --- in this case, some girls from la on spring break, who were a little tipsy and more than a little eager to stuff more cash than he's seen in months in his erhu case in exchange for taking some photos with him in his traditional hanfu. they'd offered him drinks ( he declined ) and dim sum ( he accepted --- a bit too eagerly, maybe ) before parting ways. and now he's wandering his way back home, taking the time to indulge in an extra cigarette ( he can afford a pack now --- two packs, even ! ); though he may look lost in thought, dark eyes flit back and forth, keeping a watchful eye on the junkies and stragglers wandering about in the shadows.

( that's the thing about this part of town. it's safe until it isn't. that money is his until he takes another brick to the head, and relearns that the rules of the jungle still apply ... even when it's made of concrete.

but ... the man before him doesn't look like a junkie or a straggler. maybe not from around here ? lí chényǔ wishes he could ignore it, but he's always been beholden to the better angels of his nature. )

"hēi, shuài gē," he calls out, waving in a manner he hopes seems friendly and unassuming. "lost ? not, um ... here is ... not good part of town."

in the days leading up to his return to the states, Taiyang Tseng had heard many men innocently remark that the American-born was going 'home' . . . an error he rarely corrected, because he decided it was not their business to know, but the truth was . . . landing in the breezy California city didn't feel like a return to any home of his. he's merely here ON business for Black Fang -— making house calls to some business partners on the West Coast. one of them is a supplier who worked in this neighborhood. Taiyang knew: every first Tuesday of the month, the supplier snuck into their storefront at 3:30 AM sharp to get some of their work that shouldn't-be-seen-in-the-daylight done. and Taiyang doesn't think they'll be too happy to see him on their doorstep this Tuesday. after all, nobody likes a surprise drop-in from their boss... ( especially after they've stolen half-a-million American dollars of the bosses' money and thought they had gotten away with it ! HAH. ) but truth be told, Taiyang's in a good mood! EXCITED for this un-scheduled 'meeting'. ( he'd never much liked the guy— and having a good reason to now kick his ass was a pleasure... ) WHISTLING, he makes his way down dark, winding streets with broken-off pieces of concrete and dried leaves crunching underneath his boots. he arrives almost forty minutes early. leans against the doorframe, arms crossed and patient. it's late at night, but in a city this big, a neighborhood this crowded, it's no surprise to him that people are still around. a couple of them, actually, and he's aware of them all. one or two approached him to ask him for things, which he gave of them: cash, and conversation... but mostly cash. a few propositioned him to buy their wares, but he politely declined. nobody tried to mug him, which was a relief. he watches as a woman walks by with a toddler who was out WAY past their bedtime, but it's asleep in a stroller. she's walking fast and in the bottom of her stroller was a canvas shopping bag from the convenience store. probably had to do a late night trip for diapers or some other kind of essentials; maybe a single mom who couldn't leave her kid at home. sucks. she was alert, and aware of her surroundings, used to watching her back. he kept an eye on her to make sure nobody bothered her, and was relieved when she stopped at the door of an apartment, struggled with keys for a moment, and then got herself back inside where it was warm. a minute later, there's a man in a hanfu. well, he thinks it's a man. from this distance, he can't tell yet, but it was a men's hanfu. as they get closer, Taiyang confirms it's a young man— probably— carrying what seems to be a case for an instrument, or maybe some kind of sports equipment... he coughs from time to time while walking. other than that, he can make no inferences from him. hm. Taiyang hopes he keeps walking. ' don't get involved, kid. ' ( he doesn't know why the thought crosses his mind, but it does. something about him: he looks like the type to step in... he looks like the type to get mixed up in stuff he shouldn't. ) and his bad feeling comes true: next thing he knows, he's being waved at. he rose his hand and nodded his head in a friendly greeting. but from a distance, he is eyeing the man's carrying case... wondering, what was in it? was this guy really that friendly, or he was up to no good, and thought he'd found his next mark in Taiyang; a straggler who'd gotten 'lost' in this bad part of town . . . ? " I'm okay, " Taiyang calls back, in english. he had hoped that simple assurance would be enough to ward the guy off, but it isn't. he blinks slowly, like a cat. in Mandarin now, he makes an observation— a suggestion, perhaps. it's blunt, but not un-friendly, though perhaps far overreaching what he should say to a stranger... " hey, maybe you wouldn't cough so much if you weren't smoking those. " he nods his head toward the lit cigarette in Lí Chényǔ's hand.

his mandarin isn't perfect ( and spoken with the same rounded dialect as his family, distinctly taiwanese ) but neither is his english perfect— after living so many years abroad, and neither is his korean; it was afterall self-taught, entirely by immersion... he's a little bit of an outsider everywhere he goes.

#xinxiins #hI HI THANK U SM FOR THE ASK!!!! #I AM CHERISHING AND LOVING ALL THE LCY BACKSTORY AND LORE AND DETAIL I AM GETTING IN JUST ONE ASK #i love this a lot ty ty ajdjja

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i couldn't decide what coloring to use for these gifs ^w^

#imgs. #q. #he went from 'sad kitten eyes' to 'cat who is disgusted by the sight of humans' ... real black fang verse vibes . sksdssdf

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tai listened to her story quite quietly, face rather impassive aside from the attentive black eyes watching her, letting her know he was listening . . . ( he had taken out a piece of gum from his pocket to chew, but didn't deem to offer her one. they weren't that close yet. ) but at the revelation that Yamazaki Dai had once been 'close' with the wed-woman whose blood the Yamazaki Clan now thirsted for . . . his dark eyebrows rose, head titled at her in surprise . but he let her speak on. rearranged the red piece of chewing gum in his mouth, looking up thoughtfully. " interesting ... " was all he said at first, to the recounting of the circumstances that had brought her here. and he meant it! what a weird and wild life the Yamazaki wife had lived, very beyond his own experience... but there's one thing in her story he does understand: family can ruin you. sometimes, your blood decides your fate for you: a victim of choices made before you were even a speck of cosmic dust in the universe... " so your family used you. you were a glorified poker chip to them ... and then they're surprised when you turn around and kill somebody? " he shook his head with a sound that almost rings of amusement, then taking a sip of his ice cold drink. ( he speaks with little filter, as usual. she could easily take offense to it, but why bother? if Taiyang Tseng meant to harm someone, he didn't need words to do it. he would have no reason to resort to barbed words in this bar. no, he could do much worse. ) " well, being a dutiful wife is overrated anyway. . . " he assures her. he wouldn't know a thing about that. he wears a smile when he glances at her side-ways; otherwise looking out at the dancefloor lit by blacklights and neon. " but I'll be honest . . . don't know if I believe you about that part. " his reason? it's simple: " if you mean what you say—about being close to Yamazaki Dai ? I can't imagine a PSYCHO like that would want anything to do with the type of girl who becomes some guy's mousy, 'dutiful' little wife . . . now, a future murderess ? THAT, I can believe. " sharp teeth shine in the darkness of the club. his words don't sound critical of Dai. no, it sounds more like he's reminiscing about a dear old friend. but was Akina more like their mutual old friend than she wanted him to think ... ?

 she frowns at his laughter and his impolite gesture . but the lightness of his words somehow make her feel less offended — a loyal man . there are two akinas in one body , and the gentle one has to play until it's the right time for the beast to come out . but the beast carves tai’s features in her head , it memorizes every twitch of tai's features in the deepest rooms of her mind because unfortunately , one day she's going to take full control of this body and that day , she'll owe men like taiyang . it's always been a blessing if a mori owed you because they believed to give back ten times bigger , ten times more exciting .

   the days when moris were worthy of being spoken about anyway .

 right now she lets her ring rest on her lap , rubs her thumb over the smooth surface as he speaks . ❛ . . . but the mere fact that you're not calling dai is enough for me . ❜  he can teach her the ways of these men , that how fast she gotta be to draw her gun before dai yamazaki does but akina secretly believes that she'd be more fit to talk to his wife about this — he doesn't look like he'd let her talk to her . so akina doesn't ask , lets the man protect his wife by not letting her mix in this mess . truth is that not even dai , not even his mother had enough time to live . moris , the kintora clan to be exact , had associates all around tokyo and osaka . they had to wait a while longer until they counter attacked , and until then , akina has to let the pretty , naive , gentle creature take hold of her . not the beast . so until then , she could talk to taiyang . because despite everything , she likes his laid back attitude .

 ❛ goro wanted to marry me because dai and i were close . ❜  she starts , after a while , lets the ring slip back around her long finger as she mumbled ; ❛ when we were kids though . we fell apart , then goro found out my dad owes them money . and i – well i married him because i couldn't pay him back . ❜  that sounds so stupid when she says it , not different from whoring herself out . she glances at him with a small smile , which doesn't reach her eyes but she had to be polite . ❛ i like to think i was a dutiful , obedient wife . but he didn't . ❜

  was this really her fault ? she did everything he asked and hinted at because he was too much of a gentleman to outright ask a woman to wear less revealing clothes . because he didn't even try to get handsy after the first time she told him no ; and the night she decided that dai yamazaki wasn't going to be hers nor a stable tree to lean against , the night she wanted to give goro a chance . she heard him talking to someone else . somebody had to be on her side .

#wellfell #HEHEH i think black fang will ( probably? ) be good to her clan too #PROBABLY. #tai is undecided. #dai is his nacho brochacho... #but akina has done nothing wrong -- tai doesn't know why dai is booing her :// #uGH what a dilemma

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i am a man who dies constantly & endlessly, with mercilessly agony, but most importantly i am chillin

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by the time they reached the salon, the drink had settled in his system, enough that it was doing its job as a temporary anesthetic from his pain. Dai, too, was a distraction. even without the constant offers of drugs and ass, his unmistakable flair commanded attention, and the loudness with which Dai (@yaoogui) lived his life had broken Tai out of the despairing inner monologue in his head, more than once. Kitty, it seemed, was content to watch the boss work. a smart cat (@hatesdogs), he stayed sharp, observant, ever-present in his surroundings ... something that Tai should have been. maybe would have, if he were sober . . . but he's not, so instead he wanders off, following a hostess and flopping down into a well-worn salon chair. the hostess doesn't offer any small talk, and the sedative effect of overindulgence has him getting just relaxed enough to lay back, lounge . . . even entertaining the idea of a cat nap... when a scream rips through the place. --— his eyes cut toward the source: finding it some small-fry gang . . . Dai would probably make mincemeat of them, he assumes, uncaringly trying to return to his nap . . . but his attention is drawn once again by a second scream. then, Dai's loud lesson-teaching scares off the hostess who had JUST taken his hand to apply lotion. ( all the employees seemed to know their exit plan by heart. maybe this kind of interruption to their workday was not that unusual for them... ) " Kitty— " the warning starts on his tongue, but it proves unnecessary, because before the second syllable left his mouth, the spa had turned to a bloodbath: Dai's face stained scarlet, and Kitty nigh-decapitating a man. WELL! THAT'S ONE WAY TO SOBER UP QUICK. he's on his feet now; sound and movement had caught the attention of 2 gang members, and recognition seemed to flicker in their eyes. both faces lit up when they made the connection, looking at Tai like they had just hit a JACKPOT. TWO GANG LEADERS IN ONE STOLEN SPA?! these guys were gonna have a STORY to tell, when they won this fight ! they were gonna be LEGENDS among their gang. … or at least, so they thought. a knife is procured from his waistband, small and deadly sharp. with the aimed precision of someone well-practiced, it whizzes through the air to hit the man closest to Tai . . . but experience and skill were battling drunkness, and what was meant to be a dead-on hit to the man's eye instead lodges into solid bone in the man's cheek. he recoiled in pain, reaching up to feel his face and probably debating with himself whether he should try to extract the knife or not— the primal horror of asking oneself such a question stopped him in his tracks, at least temporarily. but the second one closed in. sloshed, Tai overestimates his agility under the effect of at least two times his limit of hard liquor-- he thought he could take a leap to the right and avoid the man in time, but they get enough of a grip on his shirt to throw him backwards. he crashes into a nail-artists' table, bottles and tools loudly clamoring to the floor. embarrassing, is all he can think— nothing of the pain or the imminent threat of death. no, he just thinks of Dai and Kitty's eyes on him— both capable fighters, he can't let them see him go out like THAT ! " shut up! " he says while getting to his feet, before anyone even had time to say ANYTHING. " i'm drunk! " he loudly announces to the room, his excuse. ( mind you, they all might be too distracted with their OWN problem to have even noticed. ) but the good thing about being manhandled by the brute was that the man had thrown Tai behind him, giving him a better position to attack. he flicks off the specks of lotion on his left hand and draws another knife with his right. this one's bigger— but so is his attacker, who had now reeled around to face him. Tai hid the knife up his sleeve, and looked at the man like a cat ready to pounce on prey. " ... but I can still take you. easy. " and with that statement, comes the first real smile he's given of the night.

#hatesdogs #yaoogui

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* determined, yet full-of-hope anime protag voice * one day… I will master the hidden art of following blogs/following back blogs, and then… Not just staring at them and admiring them from afar… but actually speaking to them !!! : O

#help. #/&&:&/ajsjsj #this is one of my worst tumblr habits… I’m always like ‘the right time to approach them #will come’ #… but then I get nervous and doN’T. but this is your friendly reminder post that if I’m following your blog… #I think you are kewl & I’m down to write. 🖤 #I may not have reached out yet but. SOMEDAY!! #lmao I’ll send a meme or sumthin; sorry if it’s out of nowhere 😭 #ALSO. I know I owe some plotting messages I’m sorrrrry. #I briefly had a moment of extra social battery for plotting but it passed as quickly as it came. #I shall reply asap tho 🧡🧡

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he looks between the two of them. Kitty with his unbothered posture in all pink, and Dai shirtless with his cigar. and he feels more lonely than if he were alone. they were truly a fitting pair, monogamous or otherwise, who played off each other like tinder and match . and they didn't know the particulars of his relationship woes— Quinn's family secrets and Gaya's blackmail betrayal and the whole of his father's profit-oriented enterprise breathing fire down his neck because they feared blowback overseas because of him and Quinn's agenda; everyone threatening to shut everything down, EVERYTHING she had worked so hard for, no matter what it had cost her, was on the line, and he was just trying to hold it all TOGETHER . . . so no, of course they didn't understand. he leans forward, hands on his knees. " … yeah. thanks for the drinks. this was great. by the way, when you two break up, don’t expect nothing from me. not even a consolation card. "

he stands up, to make his way out— going where, he doesn’t know yet. ( are they coming, or are they staying? he doesn’t know that either. ) HE DOESN'T CARE, because this is where he's making his dramatic exit !! . . . but he realizes— belatedly— he’s a little unstable on his feet. he puts a hand against the wall to steady to sudden a bout of dizziness that overtakes him— trying to pretend, it’s just— you know— A STANCE. a normal stance to take: leaning a palm against the wall, and crossing his ankles. definitely, DEFINITELY not a reaction to the room spinning. and he addresses them— like he’d simply changed his mind about leaving. (not that he’d just realized he’s EXTREMELY drunk.)

" alright. well. all your ideas suck, but… " he can barely walk right now, so he's not leaving. " BUT! I like you. so I'm going to stay, " he make the dishonest declaration. tries to cycle through the options given to him: 1. he’s clearly in no physical shape to torture anybody; 2. he doesn’t need to stalk Quinn because they can always track exactly where each other are; and 3. … do any of them even have hair long enough TO braid ? he throws his hands up in defeat, going with Dai’s stupidest idea by default: " mani-pedi's, I guess. "

he slumps back on the couch next to Kitty. then he realizes something Kitty said. " … you know I'm American, right ? "

It might be unexpected of Yamazaki Dai to invite someone over to help them heal from their sorrows : for a yakuza with the emotional capacity of a machete, anybody would expect less. It should be noted however that the Yamazaki son has always been a leader in a way, to care for his members comes with the package of his excentricities. Even though Taiyang Tseng ( @velvetineblue ) isn't one under his protection, in a way, he did become a friend. This man couldn't be in any more pathetic position, Dai would think : the Grand Black Fang Boss, drunk, sinking down this leopard couch like a sad boy. But well, a leader losing the mere reason why he would lead crusades - Dai understands that, besides not truly believing in the wonders of monogamy he does believe in passion and the combats it fuels, : the same way Taiyang fights for his lady, Dai fights for his clan and his father's name. His quarters are usually a place for pleasure and celebration. Kitty ( @hatesdogs ) is sitting down his lap as usual, behind the large desk down his leather chair, while Dai had to stop kissing the other in the neck to address drunk Taiyang, his eyes directed to him. "Jeez you don't like nachos? No wonder she dumped your ass." Yamazaki comments in his usual mocking tone, now standing up to pay a little more attention to Taiyang who seems this close from jumping off a roof. "Nevermind. You're the one who dumped her ass and is now crying on my couch when you could just... You know, take her back. I will never understand you monogamous heterosexuals. Plus, I haven't invited you to watch us Yet, it's an honor that should be earned, in this house, we fuck like Art. Don't we ?" His killer smile is spread all over his mouth as he addresses Kitty on the last line, his steps leading him to a box of cigars in a closet entirely dedicated to that. Never count on Dai not to be a complete asshole while teasing you but oh well, he is teasing. "I had en entire night planned for us on doing coke, eating nachos and well, fuck but alright, new plans." He starts, taking a hit on his cigar once lighten up. "What do you wanna do? Torture someone as therapy for our anger issues? Stalk your lady to make sure she's not starting over with some hot american dude she found at the club? Mani Pedi?"

#tai: * googling where the tallest roof is................... * #dai & kitty: doing lines off each others naked bodies #KJADJJKKJA im crying greatest bro night #hatesdogs #yaoogui

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the balmy air kissed their skin through the open windows. he finds a station that plays the classics, and drives the whole night through, only stopping to fuel the car, and her addiction to nicotine and sugar— spending what little money they have to re-stock on lollipops and cigarettes. and when they’re back in the car, he lights one for her, and one for himself, before a kiss to her cheek, and they're off again. mostly, he figured, this was better than talking. (she probably didn't want to hear any more of his apologies ... nor any more confessions of love.) the drive was quiet. his skin burns in all the places where her fingertips had touched, and her kiss lingers in the back of his mind throughout every mile the tires tread, putting distance between them and the life they'd once known . . .

it occurs to him that her threat to devour didn't feel like mere sensual flirtation this time. the trap she set with her seduction wasn’t like their usual games; cat and mouse and hide and seek . . . no, maybe she thought of herself more of a bear trap — to slam shut on an unsuspecting intruder and delight in the blood that she drew...

there was no question: she was angry, still. maybe she wasn’t ready to talk about it, but resentment lurked in the silence; in the corners of her eyes and lips...

maybe, she meant to punish him with this silence, or maybe, she didn't . . . but he knew some form of reckoning for what he'd done was coming for him sooner or later. it hurt— and it would surely hurt even more later— but he had deserved it. and besides, they two had grown so used to pain. he no longer feared it. there was nothing left to do but let it come... ( you take what was owed to you for the choices you made. he learned that in this life early on. )

and there could hardly be a place more fitting for a man damned, than the wretched hotel to which the very last of their money goes. and oh, he had been planning for that: thinking to make up for the cost, they'd pilfer objects and accessories of value from the place, that they could pawn off for money elsewhere . . . but there was nothing worth anything in this place. besides that, there was no honor in stealing from the sort of people who slept in these dilapidated beds... it went against what they stood for. just another plan of his gone wrong lately. this is normally the time where'd make some quippy remark to add levity to dire circumstances, but he and Quinn, they were way past the point of talking just to fill empty silences. he didn't have to pretend, to add some faux witticism . . . with her, he only wants to talk from the heart... he wanted her to tell him the things she couldn't tell anyone else. he turned to her in their depressing motel room, to met the impassive look on her face. reached for the stem of the lollipop that colored her lips, and took it from her mouth, eyeing the glaze of sugar left on her lips. " ... do you want to talk now? or later? " she answered with her hands first, at his collar, and the familiarity of her beloved lollipops are replaced with the familiarity of his mouth. so she felt it, too... ? she might hate him right now, but at least she still wanted him. tricky, the trickiest person he knew, and able to play mind games with the best of them ... but there was no faking the heat between them, the way their bodies moved like ancient instinct to reunite, after being apart from the other half of them, for far too long; fingers roughly discarding cloth to revel in skin against skin; the desperate rush to fill every crevice of her body with him. a breathless laugh against her lips at her request; as his hands grip her hips underneath her skirt, yank them roughly against his front with no hesitation, as if to promise to deliver on exactly what she asked. " really? I thought you were gonna want it the other way around... " 'kind of figured she would be the rough one, what with the suppressed rage she was obviously feeling, and all of that. teeth sunk into the soft skin of her neck, a loving bite while he revels in the feeling of her overwhelming all of his senses. " — 'not saying I was gonna let you, " he joked, implying he was more than happy to be the one setting the pace tonight. spoke too soon, though, because before he knows it, she has him pinned down: not just to the bed, but with her eyes, and her words. her eyes harden as she speaks, but his soften . . . a knived interrogation, against the soft skin of her thighs. the heat of her body tempting but not really his to touch . . . at least, he doesn't think so. because her words remind him: he didn't earn it. even if she had offered herself over freely, he didn't deserve it. never ever predictable, his love . . . a hand rests on the outside of her garter, and a kiss is pressed to her thigh, below the fabric. " maybe... maybe you are. maybe you aren't. I don't know about that... " well, he'd be a liar to say there's nothing wrong with her— " but I don't care. " there was something wrong with him, too, probably. so what? maybe that made them perfect for each other... fingers gently pull the garter down her skin, and press another kiss to her thigh, higher up this time. his breathe tingles against the vee of her thigh underneath her pushed-up skirt. " I love you, I love you, I love you, " kisses and promises rain against the tender skin that's revealed. " and I'd never want you in a cage, Quinn. this city needs you ... " hands ran up the length of her body, standing to take her face in hands. " I need you. free. " but he had to accept what that means. locked up was safe. locked up meant protected... but it did not mean free... " if we go back there . . . that world is dangerous. and every day, it's getting worse. you and me ... we're probably gonna die, trying to make this happen. you know that, right ? "

he supposed he'd really always known, in some way, since the day he was born, that his life was forfeit. never to be lived for too long . . . but he never wanted that for her. never for Ara. she had deserved so much better... but he was not her keeper. and no-one should be. " we'd die together, but free . . . are you sure you want that ? " saying it out loud for the first time sounded CRAZY. but maybe they were crazy. and maybe the world needed crazy.

The windows are rolled down, her forearms resting on the edge, her chin buried down the fur of her jacket. Her eyes never leave the sceneries, the lands rolling under her eyes as the night is falling. The colors are beautiful, the warmth of the summer breeze on her skin. She listens to him, his words of love and despair falling in her ear like a tragic melody of their unavoidable, inescapable love. She hates him. From the care of her bones, she does, for ever wanting to erase her from their narrative out of so called protection. She hates him, for hurting her younger self, the one who still lives within her, who rejected the entire world, refused to believe in love and trust, to hold the hand of another human being on the path of life until she met him. He says he needs her, he says he shouldn't have wanted to send her to an imaginary safer place, that he couldn't fight without her by his side. Her eyes are above her shoulder, watching him with all the darkness of a Jung woman's eyes, deep, dark. He bites, into her trick of her toying with the idea of him and her in bed, he pulls over and kisses her, his hand slamming against the seat as the heat rises in between them, their lips meeting, their tongues brushing, her hands grabbing him by the neck to keep him closer. Their breathes escalate, this raw desire burning. It has been so long, since he hasn't touched her, since their lips haven't danced together, since he hasn't been inside of her, since he hasn't made love to her. Is this her way to get back at him, he questions, their lips still close as her hands don't let him go yet. A smile spreads on her lips, the devilish minx type : he is right, Ara wanted to torture him a little however, she couldn't deny she got trapped in the process as her skin is shivering for him as well. A slow deep throated laughter escapes from her mouth as he speaks to her, saying how she is so dead when they reach the room. "Bold of you to assume I'm the one who's all worked up, darling. She speaks as the palm of her hands slide down his torso. "As for me being dead, well, I say... unless I kill you first..." Ara whispers inside his ear behind pushing him away in her playful ways, for him to get back to his seat, for them to stop touching each other more or else, they would end up fucking on that seat. Not that she didn't want to. The car is rolling again as their fingers are entangled, her head fall to the side, with a melancholy to her eyes watching his hand in hers. He says he missed her, he says he really missed her. Her silence is contemplative, as inside, in her mental palace she is still navigating, between this love that shall never vanish, the obsession that made her life revolve around and yet this anger that hasn't vanished ever since.

They finally reach it, the motel, by the side of the road far far away from civilzation. The neons are rusty, with the sound of the electricity buzzing through it in the perfect silence of the night. Her lollipop in her mouth, her heels hit the ground as she walks in, her shades on, wrapped in her fur, Taiyang by her side. She lets him ask for a room for two - to this old man who doesn't even pay attention to their faces even though they are one of the most searched in the country, probably mistaking them as another junkie couple with no place to go. Ara places the bills down the counter, just enough for the room, nothing more. That's what's left of the small amount of cash they had hidden back at their appartment, all their fortune stuck on a bank accounts they couldn't access anymore : if they tried to, they would be immediatly spotted. Wasn't it her fault to begin with? Taiyang always had an impeccable way of handling his business, it has always been her who fucked it all up - her ways have established her to be one of the most intelligent strategist the underground scene ever known however, her unstability caused enough damage to balance the first part. The door is wide open in a crappy room now, one they don't turn the lights of, the moon lightening the whole place through the windows. The bathroom is small and dirty, the bed is small and cracking, far from the luxury they are used to. Their little belongings on thrown down the nearest chair, keys of the stolen cars ans cigarettes, right before Ara grabs Taiyang by the collar to kiss him. Follows the continuation of the passionate exchange of earlier, she craves him in ways he might not even suspect she does, behind her cold demaneors and oscillating hate and love. Her hands cannot let go of him as her lips don't let go ih his either, the heat, the need, the crave, her fingers taking off his jacket, guiding his to take off her fur, her fingers messing with his shirt, lifting his from side to side to feel his, his skin, his abs, God. "Fuck, I missed you too." She whispers against his lips, while their bodies are moving together, their fronts tight one agains the other, walking towards the bed as her fingers undo his belt, one hand slipping under it, only for a soft scoffing chuckle to a boner she is expecting to be welcomed by. "I need you to fuck me really really hard, yeah?" She speaks in her usual riled up hunger as she pushes him down the bed for him to sit down. She then places her feet down his tight while still standing on the other, her thigh now near his face. A skirt she's wearing, that reveals her skin and the garter she always wears underneath it. Her eyes shift to it, where a blade is hidden.

Such a simple object that carries history, history of all the men she scared out of protection, and then all the throats she sliced out of pleasure. Tales inside her head that rise in between her and him, once again, mixing with this raw desire all she wants is to act on. "Do you think I'm crazy?" The words fall. The conversation they never truly had. The memories of her spiraling are revived, causing her another sift of emotion. The silence is gentle, in the darkness of this small room in this parallel world made just for the two of them. "Crazy in ways, you didnt like so much anymore?" Her fingers reach for the blade then as her eyes do not leave him, her breathing slowing down. Ara has always been crazy until she turns into another type of crazy, the type that lead her towards the path her mother took. It was one of the many questions that lived within her, through the entire time they were apart. DId he leave her because she got sick? Was he scared for her or .. of her? From sensual eyes to charged ones, like bullets. "You were right. The gang, it became mine too. Everything we did, everything we built, we build it together. I know you realized it all by now, that I will always be in everything you do just like you will always be in everything I do." Her gaze is deep, it gets deeper and deeper. "You wanted to send me away, back to a life where I would be safe... But I have no life Taiyang, if you take away this one away from me, I have none left. You knew that and yet." Her fingers grab the knife then, it is one of her favorites, she smiles, almost to herself, in this particular a little deranged a little inner focused way she has to smile sometimes. "What happens when we are free, far far away from here, enough to start it all over again, together... Will you try to lock me up at the end of the day? In a petty cage where we will still be able to love each other but with my hands tied in my back? That's what they did to her."

#all i have to say is... dont judge...... revolutions dont come for free okay #ajkdjaj #also they need therapy😭 JUST GO TO THERAPY FR. #uroborosymphony

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the alarm bells in his head quieted, being replaced with a more even, weary annoyance. it was far from the first time he'd encountered a club-customer speaking gibberish and acting in reason-defying, unexplainable ways . . . clearly, this girl was high as a kit. it was the obvious explanation! Taiyang didn't care to speculate what she had taken to become so high, because what difference did it make? what he knew was that there was absolutely no point in trying to talk sense to her right now... so he keeps it simple. " no alcohol. but you can have some food. " maybe getting something on her stomach would help her sober up. " then you need to call someone —a friend, or something— and have them pick you up from here. understand? " he talks to her kind of like he would a disobedient child. no longer quite rude as he had been, but stern, asking her to give an indication of her understanding. because if she couldn't follow simple directions, she was worse off than a child, and maybe he'd have to call someone else to deal with her— like Yoona. ( calling Yoona, to deal with . . . 'Yuna' ? oh great. that was going to be a long call, considering what a ditz Yoona— his 'personal assistant'— was known to be ... ) but Taiyang had enough problems, and didn't feel like adding babysitting 'Yuna' to his to-do list this morning. no longer feeling threatening by her bizarre yet innocuous aura, he goes to replace his gun— only to see her eyes following his hands. like the hair standing up on a cats back, his quick reflexes reignite, and without even thinking about it, he's evading her and ready to fight back if she so much as touches him. leaving her body to sway aimlessly in his direction, but going nowhere... " HEY! this isn't Willy Wonka-land! I promise you this gun isn't made of candy, and you're gonna find out the hard way if you don't GET A GRIP on reality real fast. " the gun is safely stored out of her grip (and the grip of her chompers), but he once again feels more IRRITATED than actually in danger. unless she was a REALLY good actress, he doubts the mindless-fluff that she is would warrant the use of any weapons . . . using any amount of unnecessary physical force against someone so clearly FRIED out of all their brain cells ( presumably through the use of whatever drug they'd taken. but maybe she was always stupid? EITHER WAY — ) , it felt . . . immoral. he'd avoid it, if at all possible. he pointed to an open arch in the wall, behind the bar. it led into a hallway, that led into a small kitchen. ( nothing huge: it was a club serving quick bites, not a full restaurant with a menu. but there was a raidable food pantry. ) " go! Yuna go that way! go get some bread! " he waves at her with his hands, trying to herd her in the direction of the food. ( untrusting of her, she was going to be walking in front of him where he could keep his eyes on her, prevent any unpredictable turns of events... ) " maybe there's a chocolate gun in there~ " he sarcastically beckons her toward the door invitingly. ( thinking she was probably too far Gone to notice the sarcasm in his voice. )

@velvetineblue continued from here.

Yuna has a gun drawn at her so impersonally that it almost becomes personal. There is no desire to ponder, really, at the meaning of the action with the morning light crawling inside, bouncing off the walls and floor ever so lightly, the sun in the galaxy teasing them with its power.

And the man looks so magical (note; majority of things are magical to Yuna, but it is complimentary nonetheless) painted in this picture only she can see - he looks like Picasso's work ( another note; we're still talking complimentary here ) because Picasso is a recent painter Yuna learned of. Thus everything looks like Picasso's work with a hint of Yuna in it.

Head cocks at his question, wide-eyed: "It looks like the bar is open and the man is a bartender. The man isn't a good bartender by the looks of it all the same Yuna isn't good at many things."

At first, she thinks the cat is Dog. I haven't answered your question about Dog yet, but Dog isn't a cat per se but Dog is not not a cat. You will have to wait for my answer, I mean.

But then the cat shows love to her and she shows love to it back. She bends down, pet its head kind of stiffly at first, letting her hand follow along the feline's body until by the five stroke she's natural.

Yuna's back straightens with a crack, her fetus sleeping position underneath a table hasn't been the bestest. Round, dark eyes back at the gun with an interest.

"Yuna must take a bite out of the man's gun now, please understand. Many things are cake and many things aren't. It's hard to tell without biting."

And here she goooooeessss ...

#I CRY she just wanted a bite : c a little nibble #he's so rude to deny her #linentoast #and let me just say: yoona x yuna would be a disastrous duo as well AKDJJJ

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" . . . what's that supposed to mean ? " he quirks a brow at her when she mentions his father in return. " you think I'm like you? " yeah, right. his laugh is sickeningly dismissive. his PRIDE begged to continue the argument— point out all the ways he was better than just your average inheritor. throwing around money she didn't earn, and taking a cut just by showing off her pretty preened-up little face to the public . . . they were nothing alike. she had no idea who what he was. but, he could see the people coming and going behind the glass walls of their office meeting. she was right about one thing: if they started slinging insults back and forth, he really would look childish. like two kids playing with daddy's money, careless and bored, nothing better to do than bicker in unoccupied board rooms . . . so he tries to keep his mouth shut. she hadn't gotten under his skin that much, to make him look a fool in front of the other exec's roaming the halls. had she? he clears his throat and stands up, instead, and puts back on the smile he wore coming in. it wasn't 'false', but it definitely wasn't SWEET either, carrying a devilish quirk.

" right... anyway. so it's settled. I don't respect you. you don't respect me . . . no deal then. " the documents sat between the two of them, unsigned. " I'll explain everything to Mr. Yoon, and the rest. you won't have to take any responsibility for things... as usual, " he jabs. COULDN'T HELP IT. " . . . pretty easy to explain, anyway. between you and me, this deal never had a chance, and they were pretty stupid to suggest it in the first place... " his explanation for why comes after he observed her with all the detachment of a museum-goer, looking at an art piece they didn't quite get. like— who actually thought this thing was good enough to hang in a museum? " . . . 'too boring for me, " he simply says, giving the impression he could yawn at the idea of entering any kind of 'partnership' with her. . . . as if she had asked for one! yes, he knew very well this arrangement was NEITHER of their ideas, but making her mad had become a new source of amusement for him, and he was testing out new, novel ways to incite it. ( an experiment which directly contradicted his assertion that she was nothing but a bore, but hopefully she wouldn't CATCH him in that lie... ) and the real reason for it all . . . ? well, he was keeping that to himself as well. but the truth was, due to 'RECENT DEVOLOPMENTS', he'd never work with any friend of Kang Gaya's. and if he cared about Yoon Ma-ri at all, he'd suggest that she live by the same rule. he'd tell her what he learned the hard way: that Kang Gaya is a snake, and she'll eat any one she calls her 'friend' alive, if it better positions her. but Yoon Ma-ri wasn't his problem to warn, and if he knew one thing about people like Kang Gaya, it's that birds of her fucked-up feather usually stuck together . . . and so, Yoon Ma-ri was probably no better than her friend.

she had never been one to initiate a fight, at least not in public. she believed violence didn't suit her, and subtle smiles lent her an air of sophistication. nevertheless, if things were to go that way, remaining silent and allowing disrespect to go unnoticed wasn't an option in her book. this was one of the few times her father had her seal a deal, and, damn it... THIS WAS WHAT SHE GOT FOR TRYING TO BE A RESPONSIBLE HEIRESS? her family would surely make her the butt of the joke, and this would only invite more tasteless remarks about her being worth nothing.

taiyang théodoré tseng made her life a little more miserable that day, and she couldn't let him get away with it so easily.

"    it worked so well with your father, or did i misunderstand the memo, huh?    "    giving him a pure look in contrast to the venom coursing through her veins, she softly threw the question, though she cared little for an answer.   "    i have plenty of reasons to believe that my daddy's money can buy almost everything i want.    "    HER TONE GREW HARSH, LIKE DAGGERS, HER WORDS SEARCHING FOR PLACES THEIR PAPERS COULDN'T QUITE REACH.

she tried not to make it obvious to the people around them, but this went beyond your average business talk. once the man eradicated every trace of fake courtesy and revealed his true intentions, she was determined. YOU COULD SEE IT DEEP IN HIS EYES, THAT LOOK, THE DISGUST SHOWING ON HIS FACE. she wished it would evoke more emotions within her, but it was a regular thing she had to deal with.    "    you're the one telling me that? please, don't make me laugh.    "    she put her pen down and slid the documents onto the table toward her opponent.    "    toss them in the trash, burn them, for all i care...    "    she mimicked his action and, with arms folded close to her chest, scoffed.

"     i may be a princess, or whatever you want to call me, but right now, you're looking like a total clown, and that doesn't scare me, taiyang. IT DOESN'T MAKE ME WANT TO EARN YOUR FUCKING RESPECT.    "    she was as cold as ice, her eyes devoid of warmth and brightness.    "    if you want to reject me and if you want to reject us as a whole... do it, but you're going to be alone because i don't plan on paying for your childish actions.    "    she shook her head slightly and laughed, staring directly at her new enemy, now the one who frowned upon others.    "    if money doesn't buy everything, well, that's fine because i possess other qualities that will help me achieve whatever i desire, and that, bastard, is as good as any kind of respect your pathetic ass is capable of giving me.    "    she didn't move an inch, didn't attempt to leave, and just stared. IF HE WANTED TO HURT HER FEELINGS, HE WOULD HAVE TO TRY HARDER THAN THAT. 

#goldenheirs #i feel bad for ma-ri ; it seems like she's just trying to live her best life but gets pulled into the most out of pocket drama evr JLKHADKJ #in a different world where gaya wasn't his SWORN ENEMY they prob could've been good friends #but alas #gaya is his ARCH NEMESIS he writes her name in his burn book EVERY NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!