I hope this finds you well. I'd like to pursue our courtship through a dare. So, I hope we can meet at the park and search for a stand that sells food. Perhaps ice cream or sakura mochis? Or do popsicles fit more your taste? And mayhaps, we could indulge in hand holding now... If it doesn't pass your boundaries, of course. I'll be by your door at 4pm sharp.
She feels like a forced female loved interest. IDC. IDC what y'all think. She's older than Jiwoo. Not just a couple but a few.
Now the difference between few is that it's not a couple.
A couple means 2. Because obv. When you see a couple. It's 2 people.
And a few means. Well. More than 2.
Jiwoo Is 17. And it's stated that she's a couple years older than him
So obviously she's not 18 or 19. She's 20 above.
And in Korea 19 is the age of an adult.
I DO NOT CARE IF IT'S JUST BY A FEW YEARS. IDC. SHE'S AN ADULT.
Also. He's a decent guy. Legit.
These 2 are hot. They act like gay dads who aren't really gay but act gay and are on the verge of getting a divorce and fighting over Jiwoo's custody. Genius+Genius = Stupid.
These two have 1 braincell. Legit. Just one. And it's not even in their brains. They use Bluetooth to use that one single braincell. And I love them together. They're a stupid duo. Stupid +stupid = genius.
(This might be hypocritical of me but they are a cute ship)
Best boy.
YES I SHIP KAYDEN AND KARTEIN. DON'T FIGHT W/ ME RN. YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND.
Also they give off Gungoo vibes, but less aggressive and more father like figures.
I got a request for yah kno who arthur
may i request for a comfort fic for arthur set during chapter 240 when yah kno....that thing happened ๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ธ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐ข. (Also I hope you mean him losing his arm because I have absolutely no recollection of what happened)
๐ ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฝ๐ธ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ : not proofread, bad writing, physical violence, verbal abuse, might be ooc.
He wished that he'd died back there. He really did. At least then he won't have to be put through this hell.
Maybe this is what that bastard, scum of the earth Duke wanted, for him to be tortured.
He had lost. He had lost his arm. The fight. His dignity. His position. His glory.
He had no use now. No value. He was ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ฉ๐๐ก๐๐จ๐จ.
What's the point of living on? When he can't even do the things that were his sole purpose.
Nobody has come to talk to him. Nobody. Not his mother. His father. His so called 'friends', the weaklings he lead around. Not even you.
Where were you? Why weren't you there to hold him? When he was all alone, standing with every ounce of strength in his body. Where were you when he was trying not to fall onto his knees in front of his entire family.
All he wanted at that moment was to be in your arms. To be comforted by you. To have you whisper sweet nothings to him. To reassure him. To tell him that he wasn't worthless anymore. That you still loved him.
But you weren't there.
And he's too drunk in rage to want to listen to reason.
He can feel the stares of the staff. Eyes full of pity bearing into him. He feels sick. He wants to claw them out. Prove to them that he isn't useless yet.
But it all boils down to his sole desire. His family's love. Their approval, their acknowledgement. Even after how he's been thrown to the side.
And that angers him even more.
He hears the sound of ripping fabric, pulling him out of his pit of despair but a bitterness remains. Looking down at his side, he unclenches his hand, letting go off the bed sheets.
And that's when you walk in. Beautiful as ever, hair swaying in the wind, a pretty smile on your---------- wait! Why were you smiling? Do you pity him now? Are you trying to mock him? Is this the point where you laugh and abandon him?
But his thoughts get cut off at the brush of your fingers against his cheek. And when he looks up, it's the same smile, but now it's somewhat quelling his worries.
He tries to smile back but it turns into more of a grimace as you look away.
He watches as you speak to him softly. Why were you treating him like a child?
You set down the lunch box you brought with yourself on his bedside table and open it to reveal sometype of soup he's too preoccupied to notice.
He can feel his worries coming back. His thoughts slowly starting consume him again. The monsters just beneath his skin, looking for way out.
He can't hear a thing you say, all he hears is the blood rushing in his ears, the voices of his family, his father. He vision becomes blurred and he fails to see your gentle gaze. Everywhere his eyes take him, there are eyes, full of pity, mockery, disappointment, anger.
And then he feels a chill run down his spine as the cold edge of a metal spoon touches his lips. He looks up and see you with your mouth open wide as if to say 'aaa' with bright gentle eyes. And something in him snaps.
โง๏ฝฅ๏พ: *โง๏ฝฅ๏พ:*โง๏ฝฅ๏พ: *โง๏ฝฅ๏พ:*
His silence made you nervous. He's never this quiet. He hasn't responded to you even once. Even his smile seemed fake.
But you remain understanding. He just went through something devastating, you shouldn't push him too much.
You even made his favorite soup. It always cheers him up!
But he doesn't even seem to notice. He's lost in his own world. His brows furrowed, jaw clenched and veins bulging, looking off into the distance.
But you push your nerves down and try to remain hopeful as you speak in a cheery voice, "Say ahhhh! "
โง๏ฝฅ๏พ: *โง๏ฝฅ๏พ:*โง๏ฝฅ๏พ: *โง๏ฝฅ๏พ:*
You're laying on the floor, clutching your cheek, tears brimming your lower lashes. The soup you cooked splattered everywhere. The window shattered. The lunch box somewhere outside. And Arthur, standing over you.
"I'M NOT COMPLETELY USELESS! I STILL HAVE ONE ARM LEFT! I CAN STILL FIGHT YOU FUCKING ๐๐๐๐๐! DON'T YOU DARE UNDERESTIMATE ME YOU ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ PIECE OF SHIT! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME NOW?!??? HAVEN'T YOU HAD ENOUGH ALREADY???? STOP LEECHING OFF OF ME YOU ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐! I DON'T NEED YOU! I DON'T NEED ANYONE OR ANYTHING! GET OUT! GO! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FUCKING FACE!! IT DISGUSTS ME! "
He spits, screaming, voice booming as he looks down his nose at you. Like you were just some annoying insect and not the love of his life. Clutching the vase on his bedside table, he looks at you with hatred.
He says before throwing the vase at you. It hits you in the head before landing on the floor and smashing into pieces.
Your lips tremble as you look up at him. Searching for words at you open your mouth but all that comes out is a sob.
You can't hold it in anymore and break down into tears and rambling apologies.
The clouds of rage dissipate and he snaps back to realize what he had done. His heart clenches painfully at the sight of you utterly sobbing, disheveled and mumbling incoherently.
He crounches down to, cooing at you soothingly with an open arm, wanting to pull you to his chest and wipe all your tears away.
It absolutely breaks his heart when you scoot away from him with a frightened look on your face.
He tries to catch you but you're faster and run to the corner of the room.
At this point he's also crying. A crazed look in his eyes as begs you, "Babe please don't leave. Don't leave. Please. Please. Please. Don't. Leave. Me. "
He repeats it like a mantra, hoping it'll somehow stop you from wanting to run away from him. He chases you around the room, pouncing on you and capturing you right as you reached the door.
As you keep clawing at him, he holds you close, as close as humanly possible, pressing his face into the crook of your neck as he keeps on rambling. His tears staining your cardigan and his snot sticking to your skin. Putting all his weight on you.
The longer he went on the more delirious he got. Clutching your face tightly as he straddled you, your back against the door.
You only looked back at him confused before it clicked and you smiled.
He blinked in confusion as you tapped your palm against his cheek, sniffling and smiling at his tear drenched face. "Now we're even. "
You gently whispered before pulling him into your arms, pushing his face in the crook of your neck rubbing slow circles on his back.
"Don't be afraid baby. "
"I'm no-"
You shoved his face deeper into the crook of your neck.
"Shhhh. Baby I'll always love you no matter what. I'll always love you. Even if you can't use your powers anymore. Even if you're not the heir anymore. Even if you're completely stripped of your status. Even if you're abandoned by everyone else. I will still love you. I have, I do and I will always love you. "
He sobbed even harder, clutching onto your cardigan. what had he ever done to deserve you?
Have this beautiful masterpiece i made a month ago as an early halloween edit
I call him "Arthur Cibelina" after the scientific name of this wonderful animal (Marta Cibelina, a.k.a sable) who has become my victim for this beautiful masterpiece
(read: me fangirling over characters who, imo, need more screentime)
I CANNOT EMPHASIZE HOW IN LOVE I AM WITH THIS CHILD!!
Like. I would literally die for this kid. Can we just adopt him?? And keep him in Korea with us forever?? His family clearly doesn't deserve him! And I feel like Jiwoo is probably the first person who has ever shown any concern for him and has been nice to this douchebag...just...please adopt him into your found family Jiwoo!! (also fuck you Duke!! how dare you hurt him, you lowly mob boss!!!)
I NEED him to make some friends who genuinely care about him!!! I also want Jiwoo to give him a bear hug. He needs one.
Next up is Kang Suman!!!!!
Do I even need to say why this man is the definition of perfection?!?!?!
He is the only sane person in the Kang family and the way he held Jiwoo protectively after he was tortured?? and the way he tries to look out for his nephew as best as he can?? Literal perfection.
Next!!! Him!!!!!
Muse is the CUTEST member of Frame. Fight me.
It was like a flip switched in my mind the moment he took his mask off. It's the eyes, I swear. He just looks so trustworthy; not to mention how well he treated Jiwoo from the very beginning (granted he was just being polite but damn!! we love a man with good manners!!)
And Jiwoo definitely won him over after his fights. I LOVE how genuine his concern was for our main boy!!
He also definitely made the best first impression among all the Frame members!!!
Next up!! The superior Patrick sibling!!!
I am that meme "I've only known this punk for one chapter but if anything happens to him, I will kill everyone and then myself."
Like, come on!! The way he said "You're so kind that I'd feel bad for ignoring you" to Jiwoo?? and just the whole vibe of his character?? I Love Him. Far more than his brother, definitely!!
The moment he was leaving I was like "Nooo invite him to your gang Jiwoo!!!" He'd be such a fun addition to our idiots!!!
And lastly...okay hear me out...
Now I know that Roist is kind of an asshole and he definitely DID NOT make the best first impression BUT!! the way he disses and insults Duke? Gold.
Also, let's be real. At least he asked to meet and fight Jiwoo in a not-very-civil-but-at-least-it-wasn't-an-ambush kind of way. He isn't the best but not the worst either. (And his name is so...fun to say!! ...Idk I just love it!!)
And I loved how surprised-but-also-kinda-pleased he looked after seeing Jiwoo kick Duke's ass.
Bonus? He's Kayden's fangirl!!!
Look at him!! He looks like he's two seconds away from going sparkly-eyed and squealing like a high schooler with a crush lol!!! He is the president of Kayden's fan club!!! This side of him is so cute!!!!!
(Add him to the list of Potential Future Hyung?? Idk I just Love this psycho!!)