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TO FUNCTION AS AN EFFICTIVE UNIT a certain amount of trust had to be maintained between all the pieces. Β the knights moralis can entrust their flank to fellow knight but not with what burdens the mind ? Β while utowin himself does not voice all his worries nor seeks to stand out too much, he does not believe that he keeps all of it tucked away, hidden under lock Β & Β key. Β this seems to be much larger than them, bigger than self-doubt, far more than he had ever stopped to ponder.
β Β things have felt weird since our return ... Β are you suggesting they've been keeping things from us ? Β Β β
silver eve's incident had done nothing to quell any growing doubts he harbored before, instead only exacerbating the looming rift, if one could even think of it as such. the slight brushes against easthies' authority during chatter he thought was between two comrades that know each other better than anyone else reduced to duty, both disappointed utowin Β & Β crafted a pit of worry, buried deep, remaining dormant till their recent spat.
he looks over his shoulders before focusing back on her. Β even with someone on the other side with him, he is not quite sure where to begin. Β Β Β Β Β Β β Β i get it. Β there's some stuff that's more of a need-to-know basis Β & Β things that wouldn't do us any good knowing. Β β Β Β Β Β Β then he sighs. Β Β Β Β Β Β β Β but easthies isn't himself right now. Β just now he was really adamant about duty but left no room to breathe.Β β
orion peers at camille's pointed ears curiously, standing behind the vampire, before giving into his impulsive desires &. nibbling on the operator's cute ears.
AMONGST SOME OF HIS CONCERNING FEATURES, his pointed ears are noticeable to any onlooker. Β something he wouldn't bother hiding, for bloodlust Β & Β hunger are likely the larger concern. Β the endministrator did not seem to be turned off to ... Β any of it. Β even teasingly baring his neck to the vampire like he might be his own personal blood bag.
he can smell it getting closer. Β the scent sweet yet acrid, filling his senses. Β camille places some pressure on the back of his foot but orion beats him to succumbing to one's own desire.
a moan becomes trapped in his throat, afraid to let it out Β & Β startle the other. Β it still rumbles, sounds more like a growl than anything else. Β gloved fingers reach back to hook around wrist, hold orion as he nibbled. Β Β Β Β Β β Β what ... Β what are you doing ? Β Β β Β Β Β Β strain tightens his vocal cords, the sounds leaving him airy Β & Β rough. Β Β Β Β Β β Β you didn't even bother greeting me. Β β
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dispatch (the game): part 2 Β // Β @givingnightcall said :Β
From now on stop caring about what anyone else thinks. - to nine from bakugou (pro-hero setting!)
STAYING TRUE TO ONE'S SELF Β & Β STICKING TO ONE'S GUNSΒ Β Β βΈ» Β Β that's been nine's philosophy even before he ended up in this hero business. Β a problem child with a heart made of gold, opinionated but never for a selfish reason. Β his own journey hadn't started because of some grand expectations Β & Β lofty ideals, just a fella who wanted to make a difference, stand up for the little guy.
β Β you don't gotta tell a guy like me twice ! Β Β β Β Β Β Β Β he has to bite his tongue, practically tasting the iron as he stops himself from retorting, arguing about the semantics seemingly something he has an itch for even during a time like this. Β
β Β i might throw a charming wink here Β & Β there or flash a smile but i've never really cared.Β β
β Β is this not the place many would want to retire ? Β Β β Β Β Β Β Β not that it had been too long since he had stepped down from the elite four back in unova, grimsley has not even been in alola for an extended amount of time like some folk looking to lead a more peaceful life. Β ah, but leave it to him to never feel stable even if this is supposed to be like a long-winded vacation after years of excitement, years of wins, Β & Β years of losses. Β vying for a place on the leaderboard as one of the region's best mantine surfers, a bit of a gamble riding both the waves Β & Β going after prizes. Β it is enjoyable, but old habits die hard.
he cups his chin, looking over her with curiosity glinting in his icy hues. Β Β Β Β Β β Β what brings you to the beach ? Β there's still a lot of winning big to be had, time's washing away like the sand if you're supposed to be entering into the upcoming competition. Β β
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IM CRYING LEGITIMATE TEARS RN AHASUIEUEHASHEAS HASUOEHAOSGHAESHG OCARINA OF TIME REMASTERD REMAKE??? FINALLY FINALLY (CHUCKS MY 3DS VERSION OUT THE WINDOW)
i promise this has nothing to do with current dash shenanigans but i was reminded about something i was mulling over earlier
i think it's kinda indirectly said in my rules. but on dash / dash commentary interactions do not typically have any bearing on threads. not unless you ask me can the thread be based on dash stuff. y'know? because it's a whole lot easier for me to go based off established canon or canon events to help drive development between muses, no matter the type of dynamic no matter the muse. dash stuff gets limiting in a certain regard and to a certain extent
if it's say nine for example that i'm using. this guy has no actual context in the tbhx series aside from being on that investigation board and then the x ver opening but i've been able to pin point a nice spot for him in the timeline based on the show's documented one
dash stuff kinda skews things especially if it's unclear whether something is crack or not. i don't typically like to apply any of it to threads or a "present" timeline / point in time
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THE WHAT-IFS HAUNT HIS DREAMS &. EVERY WAKING MOMENT, the traitorous recollection of the hasty bucks of hips, the almost-kiss, the yearning in nine's eyes that suddenly put everything in perspective.
of course, βββββ felt guilty knowing that he had inadvertently taken advantage of nine in that moment, but the fact that the rebel hero, the man who did things on his own terms, did nothing to quell the flames of passion, push βββββ off, but instead reciprocated the action, solidified those lingering suspicions that once seemed too good to be true.
he goes home in a bit of a daze, the buzz of coital afterglow still bubbling in his veins, half-remembering to send nine a text: got home safe. hope you got home safe too, before throwing his stuff aside to step into the shower.
the hot water turns skin pink, washing away grime &. dried cum. as the drain gurgles with the discarded water, it, too, gives some freshness to his visage.
he's gorgeous, βββββ thinks, rubbing shampoo into his hair until it suds up into foamy clumps. but that shouldn't be a surprise, he's always been so pretty.
it was no secret that βββββ harbored admiration for nine, but when did it shift from being this guy has values i can respect! to wow, this guy is really handsome to i'm eager for fridays to come around so that i can see him.
when did βββββ start greedily looking for nine's every smile? when did he want to be the reason for it? when did he start craving those intimate moments where it was just them &. not having to share with a society that never saw anyone beyond the name?
β oh, i like him, β he says softly, a fragile utterance like he was afraid to shatter the delicate barrier between him &. nine, staring at the linoleum walls of his shower. well. at least until some suds gets into his eyes &. he cusses, frantically washing his stinging eyeballs.
once the crisis is averted, βββββ presses his forehead against the wall, eyes shut. i like him. three words that sends his heart racing, yet makes everything feel so damn right. like this was an unspoken truth that the universe had been screaming into his ears from the moment nine laid eyes on him. well, message received, universe.
βββββ throws himself into his bed, phone cradled to his chest. sure enough, there was a notification in his no-longer-barren wechat, probably from nine, probably a good night, probably some stupid teasing remark that would have βββββ rolling his eyes &. stifling a laugh in his lonely apartment-
he throws his phone aside abruptly.
oh my god, i'm a loser, βββββ mentally chastises, curling up into a tight ball &. fisting his hands into his hair, using the sting to kill the butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. 120, i think i'm having heart palpitations or maybe, a pest exterminator, this is not normal, he groans, uncurling himself from his position &. rolling onto his front, smothering his face into his pillow. βββββ screams into it.
eventually, he finds the strength to grope around blindly to his phone, brings it to his face &. stares at the notification whilst swallowing the the flush over his skin.
sure enough, nine had responded, almost immediately, to his text. responding that yeah, he was home, yeah, he was safe, good night, sleep tight, cutie. with shaking thumbs, all βββββ could manage was a "^_^/ talk to you in the morning."
was that normal? was he too nonchalant? oh god, he didn't respond fast enough, nine hates him and wants to never talk to him ever again.
he smacks his phone against his forehead with an audible thunk. maybe one more for good measure. he was a grown man with a career, he should not be fretting over some boy.
'a boy that you like~~~' chibi devil βββββ sings on his shoulder, cackling when he shoots it a glare.
chibi angel βββββ pops up on the other side, chastising its counterpart, 'stop teasing the poor man, he's already having a crisis!'
the devil rolls its eyes, opening its fanged maw to retort before βββββ interrupts, sitting up &. crossing his arms, β shut up, he doesn't like me. β
his own angel &. devil look at him deadpan before shaking their heads &. disappearing from view, muttering about how hopeless he was. with a groan, βββββ falls back into bed. he was going insane, that was it! just pure insanity because his powers are messing with his brain.
despite the late hour, βββββ was still feel amped up, too anxious to actually sleep &. taps fomo to scroll through his feed. however, that soon loses its lustre, &. he ends up staring at his own profile, thumb hovering over the post option before typing it up &. posting it without much thought.
it was no help at all. &. even worse, he has to quell the ugly possessiveness that crawls up his spine. as though nine was his to be possessive over.
god.
SCOWLING at his phone, he turns it off &. plugs it in to be charged. this, too, shall pass.
no. it does not pass.
as though the universe was conspiring to ensure that βββββ had no measure of peace, he sees nine during one of his lunch breaks, their eyes somehow meeting in the middle of battle. it was electrifying eye-contact, like a livewire threaded itself throughout his nerves.
suddenly, he didn't really have much of an appetite to finish his meal.
hastily, throwing money at the cowering waitress &. stretching over the counter to snag a takeout box, βββββ shoves his food into the container, tossing it into his bag before running outside, mask awkwardly placed on his face. β nine .α β
unlike everyone else who had the good sense to run away screaming, he was watching nine fight with bated breath, middle finger &. thumb pressed together with the intent to snap, but he couldn't.
nine fights with an array of colours, prismatic tools that spin from his person &. towards the troublemaker, exhibiting his power, experience &. skill with every movement. this is what a hero was meant to be, this is who a hero should be.
slowly, βββββ lowers his hand until it hangs at his side, a fond smile curling his lips up. that's right, everything'll be ok. &. even with the butterflies that suddenly started flying in a tizzy in his stomach, he felt calm, seeing nine with his own eyes - a paradox in of itself.
once nine defeats the villain, handing them off to the authorities, he takes a step forward, then another, before he's bumped into - a crowd swiftly surrounding the rebel hero, all dazzled, all starry-eyed.
it makes βββββ deflate, as he hangs back under the shadows of the diner, not wanting to be a part of the fawning crowd.
aren't you going to treat him like everyone else? how do you know you actually like him? you're just like the fans out there. wanting the name, but not the man.
he clenches his fist, suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. did he like nine the man? or did he like nine the hero? was βββββ confused? or was he being influenced by the rush of being noticed after being in the background for so long?
βββββ clenches his fist tighter until his nails dig into his palms, knuckles white. he wouldn't treat nine like that! he ... he saw nine for who he was &. nine knew that ... right?
but he was a weak man &. he lifts his eyes to find that nine was already looking back at him. βββββ blushes underneath the mask, uncurling his fist, raising it to give the man a meek &. shy wave despite his heart already beating against his ribs, wanting to run straight to the hero.
HIS HEART IS PRACTICALLY ABOUT TO LEAP OUT OF HIS CHEST ! Β the pressure suddenly on, not because he's amassed an audience. Β nah, nine has always thrived off the attention even if he says he doesn't need it. Β the whole point of his outfit is to be flashy, even his own creation ability reflects his creativity, meant to be put on some sort of display, be it in a museum, on a wall in a humble house built by his own two hands, or perhaps knocking a villain upside the head with a loud CRUNCH. Β
a satisfying sound ! Β proof that even with the iridescent rainbows making his tools Β & Β shapes look rather cute dashing around the sky, they pack a punch just like the real thing. Β & Β this fight right here ? Β pure art.
he did his best not to give into the urge of looking over his shoulder, focusing on dispatching the foe Β & Β ensuring that he would see their demise, even if temporary to the end while he was around. Β it's enough to bolster his trust value Β & Β show off for the guy he likes, or so he hopes that Β βββββ would stay Β & Β watch. Β not because nine is totally full of himself or anything like that. Β oh no, his abilities Β & Β powers aren't even as cool compared to his friends. Β no, why would he even compare himself like that ?
Β & Β in no time comes the impromptu ceremony, one he had never asked for. Β his whole foundation was built on the idea that he was doing this because he wanted to. Β not for the fame, not for the attention. Β it feels nice Β & Β he won't hesitate to flash the people around him a bright smile Β & Β shoot some winks, but this was the direct result of temporary satisfaction, eager for a few seconds to receive such a reception.
but oh, does his amiable, happy-go-lucky facade drop when he spots βββββ once again. Β his features soften into a small curve, eyes losing the sharp keen look from before, instead dilated like a house cat that's found exactly what they've been looking to pounce on.
the rebellious hero's feet takes him forward without thinking, the crowd that's gathered parting as he forces a path through. Β no longer touching the ground, he floats, increases his speed. Β & Β without warning his arms outstretch to scoop the taller, much leaner Β & Β lankier man into his arms. Β the sort of thing you'd see in a corny superhero movie scene, but it's not meant to be shared with those still on the ground.
β Β hey ~ Β hold on to your bag tight. Β β Β Β Β Β Β thankfully nine has mastered flight, rising higher into the sky before he dashes away, poor βββββ left with little leverage to cling onto both nine's body Β & Β his bag. Β it would be wise for the rebel to keep his head up, eyes searching for a location to make a stop rather than look adoringly at the other man Β & Β end up flying smack into the side of a building. Β not smart !Β no, no. Β they gain distance from the scene, nine starts to drop once he spots a decent looking area Β Β Β βΈ» Β Β an alley way with ordinary buildings, but not high rise office buildings that would practically invite onlookers to watch whatever might unfold.
he slowly floats down, now finally permitting himself to stare at the civilian trapped in work clothing. Β Β Β Β Β β Β what a coincidence, huh ? Β Β β Β Β Β Β Β the words barely come out, choked, nine's voice a shaky whisper. Β all the confidence spent fighting a true villain out the window in the face of his crush.
dammit.
feet touch the floor Β & Β it is unavoidable how hands smooth over the other to help him stand upright. Β nine clears his throat, fingers scratch at scalp, mussing his pulled back hair even more than the tussle sustained during the fight. Β Β Β Β Β β Β i'm ... Β sorry i kinda kidnapped you. Β but i couldn't resist.Β β
then he laughs, trying to cover up the awkward phrasing. Β it was just a joke ! Β a joke about the situation. Β no amount of embarrassment can stop how touchy he has gotten around the fledgling hero, eager to feel the man to know that his heart still beats. Β Β Β Β Β β Β you're not hurt are you ? Β Β β
frantic flittering lashes, his eyes glance about βββββ's body, his clothes, taking in the stance. Β he's no medic but doing this hero stuff has netted him with some basic first aid Β & Β trouble sign knowledge. Β no, doesn't look hurt. Β isn't standing weird. Β oh but what about Β Β Β βΈ»
nine goes silent, his cheeks burning hot with an undeniable flush. Β this is painful but now they're here Β & Β now he has no idea what he should do. Β not when he's not even sure if βββββ Β feels the same or if the warehouse incident was merely some weird twisted dream. Β
a deep breath. Β one inhale Β & Β exhale is all he needs before he puts a hand on the other man's hip Β & Β walks him gently into the wall behind. Β Β Β Β Β β Β why didn't you text me more ? Β do you, y'know β¦ Β are you β¦ Β avoiding me ?Β Β β