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[8flesh]

adrenaline numbs the wounds, blanketing the pain for him to focus on the anger, the revenge, the grand comeback ... oh, the ideas that rushed into his mind like dreams. nightmares for some but twisted fantasies for him. new ways to inflict pain without having to hurt someone physically. a game of sorts. the ideas dance around while putting faces to each game. each trial. he knew his enemies ... or well most of them.

the mind was much more fun to break than bones, but then again he'd be a hypocrite if he were to say he didn't enjoy that part too. so many ways to be a villain. so many ways to be unique from the rest and yet so little time with heroes trying to save the world and everyone in it. what did the world do for this man that he needed to protect the city. of all cities why gotham ? she was quite the bitch of a city.

eyes slowly open to the noise. " two days ? " he sighs before trying to sit up properly. abdomen stings from the movement. " who doesn't need rest from an ambush like that ... did you at least get any information or were you just standing in shadows and glaring around the city ? "

" that sounds like a challenge, " he laughs but stops after a bit. hand coming to aid the pain from his side. " i only offer a service i don't actually know or remember these faces. it's just another tuesday. " another sigh escapes him. tired and bored of the hunt. @batfall

THE OTHER is temporary rendered UNCONSCIOUS - it’s easier this way. the streets run grey as the buildings seem rather concave. GOTHAM HERSELF leaning forward as the batman teams up with a criminal. though , the bat did believe in change , that one still had goodness within their heart. anger has no place in his heart for the time being. it could easily throw his mission off or cloud judgement. doesn’t deem JA DAE-HYUN  as worthless or worthy of death ; it’s not his place to pass judgement. a lesson that was difficult to learn but necessary.

the ride to one of his lesser known batcaves is done within FIFTEEN MINUTES. the cave under ARKHAM ASYLUM herself ‘dead man’s point’ a name for a place where few ventured. the cave a maze as it paid homage to the winchester house. the bat-mobile silent in her approach as he lowers gears , and silences motor.

’ you’ve been out for two days ’ the batman offers , cowl still overing face as he looks at the equipment which monitors the others condition. ’ looks like you needed the rest ’ before then moving to a monitor. gloved fingers flit across touchscreen , and he then looks back at ja-dae hyun.

a humorous undertone to words - the threat of a smile beneath cowl. ’ don’t even think about escaping … ’ the area disguised as a hospital ; there’s even speakers that pipe in hospital codes , nurses that say a certain doctor is needed in ICU that adds to the illusion. there’s two doors that are metallic , and give way to a waiting room. the illusion is all there. the bat then moves from screen to give ja-dae his phone. ’ it’s been uneventful - they really wanted you dead didn’t they ? ’

#batfall #sorry this is years late

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it's a strangeness to be following along with someone like a shadow. unknown to them, guard down to the dark figures behind them. like a rabid animal the chase, the hunt, the takedown were something that just gave this overwhelming rush of energy. a primal rush of the hunt. a marker has been placed on their pretty head. stories of betrayal and a yearning for revenge have gained him a job, but one that fuels his own little ' power ' as he likes to call it. feeling their rage, their pain ... their betrayal, and making it his own. he isn't stalking them. the person who wanted their vengeance trails behind.

his arm feels the pressure and weight of throwing someone over his shoulder before his hand releases sending them to the ground. not the usual routine, but they had requested a physical fight and a trophy to prove it. he takes note of their movements. quick, quicker than he was used to but nonetheless he was confident in his hand-to-hand combat [ much more than his gun-wielding]. he tries to strike again with the same move but her pull has him on the ground with her. a grunt of pain leaves him though his knee is bent ready to collide with her sternum in retaliation. the violence and dance the two are in getting a bit of a laugh out of him. hysterically enjoying the moment no matter the outcome.

hands move quickly to strike against her though the return of her knee knocks the wind out of him for a moment. dazed and confused, but regaining momentum. however, then he feels it. teeth digging into his skin through the fabric of his clothes. dae lets out a slight scream but cuts it short trying to strike her in the face with his free hand. an unusual move. one he hasn't really encountered in a long time. if he were to let his own mind get in the way of this mark he would've bitten back, but that wouldn't get the job done and he could tell somehow in his gut it wouldn't have resulted in the same reaction from her. foot winds up for another strike against the side of her stomach, hoping the connection might slow her down.

—   𝐌.   |  IN THE WAKE OF DANGER, the senses sharpen themselves to a point.   it is what is required of this job, this position of power that does not always feel as such: she is closer to vulnerability in these situations, where she must prepare her court for its offender, where her prey is not yet caught in her teeth. in the darkness of night, she arms herself with a dagger and her wits, both weapons sturdy as iron and quick to unsheathe themselves at a moment's turn. anticipation is a wet thing to wear, dripping against her shoulders in a way that lacks comfort, that reminds her of what could go wrong. she walks alone in this street and her prey sits a long while away, close enough to be in plain sight. she sees the back of their head and her mouth begins to water. her footsteps begin to quicken against the pavement, eyes set on a target, and then — the sidewalk concrete gives her a throbbing respite. against pavement, she feels the slickness of blood across her temple. against pavement, her skin begins to itch with gnashing violence, veins themselves pulsating to unleash their own defensive strike. she stands to her feet and her eyes focus –– quick, quicker than one would expect. the body is kept snakelike and low to the ground...

it happens again, from another angle, the toppling of her body. this time she allows for mock surprise. when they [ @8flesh ] collide with her once again, she wraps her arms around the figure as tight as she can, drags the opposing body down with her. a grunt from her mouth, then something guttural from her belly. she feels the pressure of a palm against her stomach, a knee sharp in its delivery to her torso. that gnashing violence returns.

HER NEXT ACTIONS ARE QUICK AND PRECISE, or as precise as she can make them: with her assailant's palm delivering rough strikes against her stomach, the Saint ( !, though no longer as holy ) twists as a worm in their grasp. her chin tilts towards the sky –– she sees a flash of a glare, another's face in the dim streetlamp light; the knee returns, twice as hard, and that is enough to spur her into movement. angry, the Vampirish woman locates a covered limb, another's arm against her own. she opens her mouth, fangs sharpened to a point, and bites against flesh and cloth. she thinks: You will not take me down without struggle.

#saintvampe #hello finally got to this #tried to leave it open ended so she could dodge or something if you wanted

[8flesh]

curious thing isn't it ? losing property and finding it in someone else's hands. fingerprints tainting the value and arrogance hazing their judgment. always know who you're stealing from. well ... it was a rule in the back of his mind while other pickpockets, thieves, and scavengers have no boundaries. everything is for the taking no matter how small. troubling when gifts are actually stolen. he stands behind his desk. the shop, not the law firm. he hated staying too long at the prestigious building. plus it's hard to connect the dots to a loner mechanic.

                         [ ... ]       RANDOM DIALOGUE ~                                               “  it’s not stealing if it was mine to begin with. ” /  @thefixer

" and it's so valuable you wanted to steal it back? " he laughs to himself. prized possession in hand held like the skull of halmet. examining the item he smirks then looks over to her. " well it'd be unjust to keep something from it's original owner, " dae extends his arm, offering them what they came all this way for. " now, will you be needing anything else ? names, locations, etc of who ended up with [ finger motions to the item ] that ? "

#thefixer #sorry this is extremely late

[8flesh]

THE BAD GUYS : STARTERS

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the 2022 Dreamworks Animation film The Bad Guys. change & alter as needed.

“Seriously, though, you don’t like cake? Name one food better than cake!”

“Look at that. 4:00pm. Now I know the exact moment our friendship died.”

“These are the cards we’ve been dealt, so we might as well play ’em.”

“I just wanted a longer car chase. That’s the best part.”

“Keep running, [name]! One of these days, your luck is gonna run out!”

“I’ve made a lot of enemies in my time — I mean, a lot — but, out of all the people in the world… I hate you guys the least.”

“Wait, what’s going on? You’ve got that twinkle in your eye.”

“Are we all in this together?”

“Oh, [name], it’s not a competition! …And if it were, it would really be more of a tie.”

“If you look closely enough, even trash can be recycled into something beautiful.”

“I am definitely going to lose my job, and I will not hesitate to take you down with me!”

“Thank you, dear. You’re such a good boy.”

“There is good even in the worst places.”

“Now let’s make like a wolf, and get the pack out of here.”

“Well… this just got a little weird.”

“Not everyone gets a second chance. Make the most of it, [name].”

“They say experience is the best teacher… and they are wrong. I am.”

“What, may I ask, are you good at?”

“I have never seen him so chipper. Has he been meditating?”

“Don’t you ever get tired of lying?”

“Maybe they will believe you, and maybe they won’t, but it doesn’t matter. Don’t do it for them. Do it for you.”

“This is your chance to write your own story. To find a better life for you and your friends! Come on, what have you got to lose?”

“Believe it or not, I’m rooting for you, [name].”

“No, it’s okay! It’s okay! I’m not gonna hurt you! I know you’re scared. I would be, too, if I were you.”

“Truth is, we actually have a lot in common.”

“I must say, you’ve really turned a corner. You’re really getting it.”

“I don’t waste time thinking about stuff that’s never gonna happen.”

“You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think that you were avoiding me.”

“I have to say, I’m a little disappointed. I was hoping you were going to ask me to dance.”

“So… how does it feel, to have everyone not fear you for a change?”

“Tonight’s headline: change is impossible, you should always judge a book by its cover, and all stereotypes have been affirmed.”

“I’m tired of being scary! I’m tired of being an outcast!”

“Guess I’m still the best bad guy the world has ever seen.”

“Just like riding a stolen bicycle.”

“Now, instead of hurting people, I’m helping them. I’m still me, I’m just… me, on the right side.”

“You’re doing the right thing. And someday, your friends — if they’re real friends… I think they’ll understand.”

“You stole my car?! …Respect.”

“You did a good thing! For me!”

“…Okay, yeah, it was a trap.”

“I’m starting to see why your friends dumped you!”

“When I woke up this morning, this is not where I saw the day going.”

“What happened? Did we blow up? …Is this heaven?”

“I’m proud of you, [name].”

“You’ve got a good thing going here, [name].”

“Is he seriously going to get away with this?”

“Good luck out there, guys.”

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it's always something different in each country ... each city. it all had its own personality and quirks. a set aesthetic and color scheme. gotham had quite the frown for a personality. moody, on edge, and toxic to those unfortunate to stay within its limits. chaotic but a scared city. silenced by mobs, and gangs, but to its citizens, they were just villains to their dear hero. the papers try to start shit between everyone they can, and all of it just ... aligns true to gotham. a disappointed sigh of a society or a civilization. the order its government had .... the control and fear it instilled was gone. the people of gotham were left to defend themselves ... against themselves.

he smirks, giggles a bit even. the number of pictures of this 'clown' was everywhere. the same visuals. GREEN / RED / BLUE. the media is always bullshit, isn't it? put on a nice thin layer of truth and you were allowed to broadcast it to millions and claim it the god's honest truth. even worse lie good enough and no truth is needed. believers are the backbone. " doesn't that go for everything? " his eyes remain glued to the article he's reading. the paper opened to the very page containing the lovely words these journalists associated with that clown. dae remembers the day he was shown the video footage of that tv host getting his brains blown out. wow, what a way to be drawn to gotham. " some stories can survive off being based on just experience. " his hands raise the paper out towards her for her to see the next page. I SURVIVED THE KILLER CLOWN as the heading and I WAS AT THE SHOW as the subheading. you find yourself in a situation and suddenly your 'trauma' is your golden ticket. milk it.

" surprise surprise not every city, every country lies to its citizens so blatantly as yours does ... still something to adjust to. " his smirk hasn't left while he turns his body more as respect until they are face to face as a 'normal' conversation. " in our business, i'd expect you already know it's easy to manipulate, but then again sometimes these writers get a bit to bold for our liking ... then someone puts them in their place or ... in a place. " his smirk again never leaving until he chooses to drop the emotion and let his resting face emerge. cold, but calm. " i'd say if you're tired of the stories being run, " he takes a slight step forward, eyes reaching their corners to review the seller's position. desperate, nosey gotham. " it wouldn't be difficult to fix should this individual [ ' THE JOKER ' ] not want to deal with this on their own. " offering his services like the good businessman he is knowing he's seen a connection between the clown and this particular person. can't exactly pinpoint it right now but seemed important.

'ELUSIVE BILLIONAIRE ARTHUR WAYNE' Flashes across every aspect of her vision,  along with a specifically mysterious shot of the aforementioned Wayne heir from behind.  The photo is printed in black and white,  and so won't allude to the suit he wears being bright red,  with his head of broccoli green hair.  Anything to paint an image of him having betrayed his masses.  It hasn't slowed the so-called 'movement' Arthur inexplicably began years ago.  In fact,  it only seems to have spurned those most loyal to the imagined cause.  Clown Killings have skyrocketed in recent months,  and the Elliot owned media appears desperate to swerve the true narrative.

@8flesh what good are stories without someone to experience them ?

Nix ponders the broken newsstand,  and the state of disarray surrounding it.  Her boot lands on yet another printed page of the same drivel,  this time stained with the same tell-tale crimson rivulet that flows right between them.  Whether or not her company is to blame for the bloodshed,  she doesn't know.  Doesn't rightly care,  either.  He could have ghosts at every corner,  watching and waiting.  Given the reputation preceding him,  she thinks it somewhat likely.  Hence the tie-dye glock her hand's lain against at her thigh.  Nix has yet to draw,  and won't without cause.  Instead,  she cants her head,  locks him in the corner of her eye and pointedly replies.  " Like fifty percent of the time?  Real,  actual bullshit. "

Eyes too large from her head bloom moreso,  impossibly.  She twists from the hips to face him,  presses her lips together for her wandering mind,  and nods to assure her own argument.  " The only experience you're getting here, "  Right this very second,  within the city of Gotham itself — she doesn't bother to discern.  " Is a tasty,  tasty banquet of lies.  I'd have thought... "  Her working hand forms the shape of a gun to toyingly point directly at him.  " You in your line of business, "  Organised crime,  blood and death — both are all too intimately familiar with such scenes,  though Nix's history rather lacks the 'institution' his might.  There was never a need to warp her own reputation or persona.  " Would be used to taking advantage of that. "

#banschivs #:) hey

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SO MUCH LOSS AND DISINTIGRATION OF AN ALREADY CRUMBLING SOCIETY ... now in ruins - if you can't see the positives. the green leaves and moss that take on the grey lifeless buildings that once were. the only pops of color around them were from back then, their drawings, posters, pictures, and even postcards. some sprinkles of truth that life was here. but then again those negatives would come back. 'hosts' as she says, sends a chill down his spine even though he knew a general idea. it's because it's said so confidently they have no control over themselves. a fugitive has taken their able bodies ... forced their way in and multiplied by parasitic means until an army could rest in unknown spots all over the world. all connected, all-knowing. " you say it like you're sure. are you? 'host' suggests they just can't control themselves ... you think maybe they're still ... still in there? " a tinge of guilt running over him. survivors guilt? hand rubs the spot bite on his shoulder as if it soothed him and guilted him to remember he's still here now.

" geez and i nearly forgot about 'clickers'. " he simply watches her move around with books and the different areas to examine and study. learn and grow from the past and maybe find solutions. not completely on board with the seriousness of the journey. he had a hard time believing a cure could be made. nature took back her control and we had to adapt. fireflies claim to be seeking the same but ... even in the grand race to cure the world, how would we really go back?

" honestly, slightly. i just keep thinking about if they're still in there. the ones who haven't been completely ripped apart or you know stuck to the wall like decorations. what if they're stuck and they're just stuck ... forever. i'd just rather be dead ... "

“ what should we call them ? zombies feels kinda silly, doesn’t it ?  “

❛ vectors. technically. hosts, more broadly.   ❜ detached, her voice aimlessly drifts, eyes scanning down the length of a stack of binders - their plastic covers yellowed and cracking. elegant scrawl covers the smudges of their former labels. gingerly, she lifts the stack into her arms and slides them back into a turned milkcrate on a shelf above them. it was as lived in as any temporary camp could appear, the walls of the crumbling building freckled with pushpins and rumpled maps. a smattering of handwritten notes, different hands contradicting or adding or commenting on one another, and fading pictures.

she circles past him, mindful of the decptively crampled space.

❛ some people categorize them by the manifestation of their symptoms. but i don't think clicker sounds any less outlandish than zombie.   ❜ it's the sort of strangeness she couldn't linger on too long - couldn't ruminate on what could have been done. what used to be different. this was a parasite. these were just symptoms. ❛ does that make you uncomfortable, ? ❜

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#diethrice #:) hi #v . // TLOU - with purpose

[8flesh]

WI HA JOON For Netflix Korea, Oct. 2022

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[8flesh]

On Revenge and Grief

Shakespeare // I Saw The Devil // Novica Tadic // Sympathy for Lady Vengeance // Devin Kelly // Kokuhaku // Alejandra Pizarnik // Franz Wright

#study. #:')

[8flesh]

how does your muse carry emotions ? Bold - yes, italics - sometimes, strike - maybe/possibly, no effect - no

ANGER — jaw clenching , hands balling into fists , teeth grinding, yelling , going nonverbal , vocalizations , stuttering speech , rushed speech , slow concise speech , rambling , quiet , arms crossing , shaking head , curling lip upwards , baring teeth , tearing up , animated , expressionless , projects , internalizes , vents , withdraws , tighter movements , passive-aggressive , direct , physical outbursts , verbal outbursts , pacing , going still , anger boils over in the heat of the moment but cools down quickly afterwards , anger brews slowly but lingers longer , will act out of impulse when angry , will stew on their anger and plot revenge , holds grudges , forgives easily , forgives but never forgets, hysterical outburst

JOY — easy smiles , fighting back grins , suppressed laughter , loud laughter , giggles , chuckling , smirks , whole body laughs , covers mouth when laughing/giggling , throws head back when laughing , slaps leg , touches people around them when laughing , looks down when laughing , looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes , bubbly happiness , quiet subtle happiness , obnoxious happiness , wants to spread joy , quietly savors joy

SADNESS — crying , bottling it up , seeking distractions , wallowing , meditating and processing , avoidance , seeking out comfort , withdrawing , swallowing thickly , talking it out , internalizing it , sad smiles , depression naps , using alcohol , using drugs , seeking out sources of joy , fidgets with sentimental item , sits in silence , broods , gets moody , wants someone to share the misery , tries to hide negative emotions , nurtures others to make themselves feel better

EMBARRASSMENT / SHAME — blushing , looking away , rubbing at the back of the head , running a hand through hair , clearing throat , covering the face , laughing nervously , laughing it off , overthinking , letting it go , self-deprecating humor , deflecting , getting irritated , smiling , withdraws , crossing arms over the stomach , crossing arms over chest , hands in pockets , shoulders sinking , shrugs , falling into silence until comfortable again , talking a lot to compensate

GUILT — avoiding eye contact , shoulders sinking low , head hanging down , crying , chest aches , lashing out , internalizing , apologizing , deflecting , communicating , withdrawing , grand gestures for forgiveness , accepting fault easily , punishing themselves , martyrdom , victim complex , over-active guilt complex , healthy conscience , internalizes even after forgiveness , seeking redemption , moves on easily , denial , shuts off empathy to cope , lack of guilt / conscious , sorry they got caught more than caused harm , can’t handle knowing they hurt others

FEAR / ANXIETY — trembling , crying , sarcasm / sass to cope, humour to cope , rambles , going quiet , going nonverbal , getting angry , fidgeting , freezing up , impatience , clenching jaw , picking at nails , chewing at the lip , pulling at clothes , adjusting jewelry / clothing / hair , pacing , swallowing thickly , eyes widening , over - reacts , under - reacts , calm , logical , panic , irrational, overthinks , carefully analyzes , talk to themselves , breathing exercises , flight , fight , withdraw , fawn, hysterical outburst

Tagged by: @wellfell 🫡 Tagging: Anyone who wants to.

#headcanon. #i added the bold.strike.italic thing you can change it if you want #i just needed the guidance or i wouldnt understand

[8flesh]

gonna make a post on his laugh cause this man is actually quite giggly. plus including voice clips. :)

#using trickster from dbd as his laugh track #i think it's fitting

[8flesh]

Sorry I haven't been around or answering asks I promise I'll be back soon. Just closer to the end of my term since my program doesn't have exams. Excited to write with everyone !

#i've lurked here and there and great stuff 👌🏼

[8flesh]

finished writing out my dc/marvel verse. i think the carrd looks good and organized and that's all i care about.

Also some older Dae for ya ;)

i added Park Hee-soon and Lee Byung-hun to my growing list of fcs.

#i keep thinking it's caard but it isn't #also pretty proud of the gifs #but that first one just hits #(referring to the gif in the readmore)

[8flesh]

EXHAUSTED, even when opening his eyes to awaken. the goal was to be energized in the morning yet all he can feel is corpse like. weight imprinting on the bed and his purpose was to fill that space. eyes shut again wanting to retreat into sleep, though he can feel hands that aren't his own reaching to caress his cheek. his own hand grabs her wrist from doing so " harrassment so early in the morning ? " it comes out in a low grumble. instead he pulls her closer so they're intertwined in a close embrace. fingers slowly letting go of her wrist then making their way down to the small of her back. [ gentle taps given a bit lower ] then he smirks, satisfied.

other arm asleep underneath her, though he isn't bothered. however he can tell she is feeling much more awake than he is by nipping at his neck. her attempt at attention ... normally it'd work out but he's not wanting to get up which means she can't get up ... -until she bit down harder. " 뭐야 씨발 [ WHAT - THE - FUCK ] " immediate reaction was to push her entirely away from him. body inching back a bit while his hand comes back up to her throat. he then pulls her face close again, angry tired look on his face. " 왜 그러시겠습니까 [ WHY - WOULD - YOU - DO - THAT ] a..ki..na ... " it hasn't registered that he isn't speaking to her properly or in english. she smiles not caring for what he said before speaking,

                         [ ... ]       RANDOM DIALOGUE ~                                               “  you snore in your sleep. it’s adorable. ” 😗 /  @wellfell

it's a surprise to him and the whole ordeal is enough to wake him, but also give him a headache. " liar liar, " he sighs, getting closer to her again. a small plan to get her back, though he's determined. again he's inching though this time forwards and towards her. soon he's up and moves his arm so he has one on each side of her. another sigh. " you're such a little shit. " slowly he lowers himself on her pretending to go for a kiss, but as soon as his head is close enough ... he's biting her neck, holding her wrists down and with his own legs on hers combatting any attempts to escape or injure delicate areas with her legs. dae laughs then finally stops biting, straddled on top of her still holding her wrists.

" you know what, " once again he lowers though this time he begins to kiss and lick down her cheek until he reached her neck and sucked against her skin. the goal was to leave a nice red mark for her to showcase for the day. he smirks before getting off her entirely. " you have work in a few hours. " dae heads to the bathroom and starts the shower. " i don't know how bad the commute will be so you might not have the time to cover that up. " he laughs before entering the shower. 

#wellfell #as soft as he can be and still getting revenge

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WHAT TYPE OF LONELY ARE YOU? [ loneliness born of anger ]

you learned from a young age you are not like others, and others hate you for it. you've been mocked and tormented your whole life, and it birthed A VIOLENCE in your heart. you yell at your younger siblings when they slip up. you don't want them to suffer the same fate you did. at once, you are both miles above and miles below your peers. you are not polite. people no longer dislike you because of you, but for your biting words. it's better this way, after all. at least now you know it's your own fault.

#headcanon.

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anger was an emotion he knew all too well, although when dealing with the anger of others ... he couldn't control how much it added to his own. you mix in real feelings instead of some persona put on to really get into character ... real emotions towards someone who did what you've been doing all along to others ... well that mirror image isn't so lovely and shatters whatever wall you've built. turns it into glass so easily broken the shards seem like a good idea to puncture whoever ruined it.

AND HERE'S WHERE WE ARE. shards surrounding them, emotions uncontrolled. but who's telling the truth ? does she really love him, and is he truly hurt she lied or is he afraid of death ? questions that need answering but neither will hand out. he isn't afraid of death, he welcomes it but he won't be letting her know that. the act of being afraid of death was easy enough for him, so he'd continue the charade. plus given the situation, it should be easy enough for her to believe he's acting out towards her because he's afraid this odd spirit is coming for him ... and from what she's told him ... it isn't the first time she's done this.

" it's so easy to say akina, isn't it, " said with a scoff. he rolls his eyes then looks away from her. mental note made previously that she hated when his attention wasn't on her. even something as simple as not looking at her. " i mean it isn't your first time doing this, is it ? " he found out about the others. information about similar crime scenes. same deformed looked of a final scream left on their faces. all connected to the one and only in front of him. " what it's not fun anymore ? 재미 없어? [ NOT HAVING FUN ? ] "

hysterical giggle coming out. finally, he turns towards her, but looks through her as if she isn't anything more than an object. no emotion showing in his eyes as he disconnects. he'll walk towards her with a threatening demeanor ... head hanging low while his hand comes up and punches the wall next to her head. an impulsive move he nearly let get worse. emotion getting the best of him.

                       [ ... ]       RANDOM DIALOGUE ~                                               “  i risked my life for you ! ” /  @wellfell

" you risked your life because of yourself ! are you fucking joking ?! you made me watch that tape ! you gave everyone that fucking tape ... am i supposed to feel special you suddenly felt something worth trying for ? " say it's stress, and watch it unfold and break him down. the contradiction he sees in her statement seems to have cracked him into hysteria. he continues to laugh in response to it all. unable to come to terms with everything and finding the whole thing unbelievable. " you put us here ... fuck you. [ i love you. ] " he's having a difficult time ... more so confusing since he's mad at her but unable to hate her for this. oddly impressed, but then again that just leads him back into his sanity slowly drifting while he begins muttering in his native tongue.

#wellfell #it just kept going.. and going #he's an impressed simp :'\

[8flesh]

HOW IS YOUR SOUL PERCEIVED? [ the strong willed ]

your soul has touched darkness and so you learned to wrap yourself within it. you felt fear and decided you would never let it control you again. you're not ALWAYS all sharp edges and cool stares, but you refuse to be prey again. you turned your teeth into fangs so you would be the one to bite. you learned to growl LOUDER than all the predators who stole your innocence. it may seem like you don't care, sometimes you try to pretend you don't, but i see the way you sharpen your knives when the ones you care about are hurting.

#headcanon.