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[campaignisms-blog]

Scarecrow: How do you plead?

Stinger: *glances at Blue & Panther*

Panther: *mouths "not guilty"*

Stinger: Hot Milky

Blue: *puts head down on the table* For fuck's sake, just lock him up.

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you can :                  break my 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵                  take my  l i f e  away

                                                  beat me                                                   hurt me                                                   ᴋɪʟʟ ​ ᴍᴇ

                                                                           BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD                                                                                                  d o n  ’  t                                                                                                  t  o u c  h                                                                                                  t  h  e  m

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          I KNOW EXACTLY HOW THE RULE GOES :

                                                                                     1. PUT MY MASK ON FIRST

[campaignisms-blog]

gabriel : 

         something tells him that the other doesn’t quite mean what he says. despite the fact that gabriel had never accepted the offers before, it hadn’t stopped toshio from continuing to offer. he’d have to wait and see how things played out in the future to know if the other would stay true to his word.

         as the other begins to move, so does he. carefully moving to fall into step beside the man, though also slightly behind. subconscious is the later half. never has he been seen as equal to others and his habits often portrayed that line of thought. it’s only natural that with someone like the other, someone that he looked up to, he’d walk more behind than beside. he only hopes the other doesn’t notice. tries not to think too much on it as fingers stay stuffed into pockets, head ducking to watch feet as they move together. what a pair they must make to passersby.

         it’s just as his head rises the other meets his gaze and for a moment the urge to run bubbles up again. he’s thankful enough to quench it before it overtakes him. then a snort of laughter rips from him, lips curling at edges as head ducks down once more.

         ‘  you trust the tastes of a homeless man ? do you understand what you’re saying there?  ’

         not that it would matter. gabriel wouldn’t eat anything that wasn’t classified as food. but if one got hungry enough, it didn’t matter how great the food was or if you particularly liked it, as long as it was food.

        ‘  i think you’d be a better judge at what’s good. i don’t have much of a preference.  ’

as toshio listens to gabriel’s reply he brings the cigarette to his lips, the slightest bit of a smile tugging at his lips once he takes a drag. smoke lingers for a moment-- he has to resist the urge to laugh alongside gabe. 

              ❛ well, when you say it in that way, you make it seem like a bad thing. i just didn’t want to offer anything you may hate. ❜

he grows quiet for a moment, lost in thought ; nose scrunches slightly, lips pursing together as a hum trails under his breath. once they reach a crosswalk, toshio finally pipes up again, giving a shrug of his shoulders. 

              ❛ there are quite a few options, to be fair; lots of deli shops, if you like that sort of thing. pizza, of course...there’s some ramen places that i enjoy going to, when i get the chance. it’s not that fancy though, bit of a run-down part of town. as long as you don’t care though. ❜  

eyes widen briefly, suddenly self-aware of how much he just spoke within the last minute. a sheepish chuckle escapes him and he turns his head outward toward the walkway sign. 

             ❛ sorry-- normally i’m not as . . . ah. indecisive? my apologies. i’m just . . . um.  excited, i suppose. ❜

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despicable creature : 

         he’s aware of the gun before it’s ever pulled from the confines of the man’s waist. but he doesn’t move. instead he allows the bullet to sink into his gut. there’s a pause before the demon dramatically stumbles backwards, hand reaching down to clutch at wound as knife drops to the ground. no pain registers through there is a slight sting that registers in his mind at the bullet settling into him. he’d have to dig that out later. he gives it a brief moment, dropping to his knees as if it really were causing him harm. he had to play up the moment, didn’t he ?

         ‘  now, that’s just rude.  ’ lips turn downward in a frown as he pulls hand away from wound to see the blood, takes note of it seeping further into his white shirt. ‘  i just had this cleaned too. another one ruined it seemed.  ’

         attention is drawn back to man standing by edge of building. watches him briefly before he stands back up to his full height. eyes glow slightly, annoyance creasing brow. in an instant, he’s moved back over, hand wrapping around the man’s throat. nails sink slightly into skin as he pushes him back to settle over the edge as if he were going to drop the gunslinger.

         ‘  you know, i don’t normally play with my prey. bad taste, you see. but you seemed fun. i’m glad i was right. ’

         and then he’s tossing the man across the roof and watching as his body rolls to a stop near the other edge. then he’s stepping forward, stooping down to grab his knife back from the ground, grin beginning to spread once more. oh this should be fun.

his own eyes deceive him.  pupils dilate in horror as he witnesses the man, being ( whatever it is ) rise back to his feet. suddenly they seem to be far, far larger, grander than before, and his breath hitches just slightly under his breath. 

everything happens so quickly, in a blur things move faster than blue can register-- before he knows it he is on the ground and theres a slight pain in his side, presumably from landing on the harsh ground at an awkward angle. it takes a moment for him to prop himself back up, disoriented and frustrated at his own flawed plan. blue had hoped, desperately so, for the wound to do enough damage to the stranger for him to get away. he could hypothetically defend himself for a bit, he was trained to do so after all, but it was not his expertise. he’ll only last a few minutes. without his teammates to aid him, he’ll probably die on this roof to this creep. how pathetic. 

mind races to try and conceive another plan, anything at all to give him more time-- short range was not liable for his sniper rifle. pistol was dropped when he was flung and now lay on the ground, midway cross the roof. knife concealed in boot was an option but not ideal. jumping the roof was possible, though will certainly lead to broken legs, maybe more. 

a sharp exhale. charisma was low but may be his saving grace. a hand lifts, digits adjusting the back of his mask habitually. eyes fixate on the other. 

                ❛ your prey . . . ? were you sent to kill me? ❜  

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Alternatively: Send 💭 for a muse I wanted to write for but did not.

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❣️ with blue & any of your muses ,, you decide

send ❣️ to catch my muse under a mistletoe ! / selective but open

          shit. shit shit shit.

          how the hell had he allowed this to happen ? of all the god damn things to deal with in this wretched city, finding himself beneath mistletoe had to be the height of annoyance and embarrassment. no stranger to the tradition, he was hoping that by living the way he did he could avoid it. but no such luck was given to the homeless man. instead, he’d been walking through a museum that afternoon with toshio (  as they often did these days it seemed  ) when they’d found themselves beneath some hanging in an archway.

          a passerby mentioned it with a genuine smile on their face before continuing. but all the man currently felt was dread.

          this was going to ruin their relationship. there was no doubt about that. so careful had he been to keep any slight feelings that had begun to bubble beneath the surface hidden from sight. he felt like this particular moment would cause it all to be for naught.

          not that toshio would truly know the extent of any feelings gabriel had developed. the man would likely just be disgusted, want nothing to do with him. the very thought caused his chest to ache. but the longer they stood there beneath the dreaded plant, the more he wanted to lean forward to kiss him despite the consequences.

          ah, fuck it.

          with a deep breath, he leans forward and plants his lips to toshio’s briefly. it’s light, soft, no real pressure. but it leaves his lips tingling and heart thrumming against his rib cage before he’s babbling some excuse and turning around to rush out of the building. once he’s on the street he takes off in a full on sprint.

          it would be a while before he could face the man again. // @campaignisms

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gabriel 

         there’s an almost immediate grumble that rises in his chest, hands digging deeper into pockets (  any further and he might tear more holes into them making them completely useless ).

         ‘  toshio, we’ve talked about this.  ’

         he’s sure the rebuttal will land on deaf ears. the other was always doing this. always offering to pay for him, to buy him things (  even when those things were just a decent meal or two  ). he never agreed. he always made some excuse and left after that. he hated the idea of relying on someone else just to get the bare necessities. but something tugs at his chest the moment he opens his mouth to tell him he wasn’t free. instead, he bites his lip and ducks his head. he’s unsure why he feels the need to keep himself from going about his usual routine. but then it hits him.

         gabriel wanted to spend time with toshio.

         a sigh slips past lips, fingers curling into fists within pockets as worn boot kicks at pavement.  he’d hate himself later for agreeing to this. but the need for human contact, contact that was pleasant, was winning over anything else.

         ‘  alright. but just this once ! ya know how i feel ‘bout it.  ’

eyes try not to stare-- an observant one, curiosity and intrigue always getting the better of him, lay dormant on the taller figure, taking him in, every detail, trying to remember everything that he could as if he would forget in the near future. mannerisms and expression, body language, possible internal conflict? mixed signals ; confusion, or maybe temptation? not particularly clear given the bite of a lip, averted gaze. toshio gives a slight tilt of the head, subconscious in effort, an attempt to decipher gabriel’s true intent. it’s only until the other male speaks up once again that he’s given that shred of light, a sudden glimpse into gabriel’s mind, and he’s content to the point of overwhelming joy by the response he receives. toshio allows a wide smile to lift on his own features, words laced with laughter. 

           ❛ of course, just this one time. i promise. ❜  

a turn of his heel and he begins walking slowly forward, purposely keeping a lazy pace to allow the other to follow suit. already his mind has begun to race with thoughts of what to discuss, where they could go, see ; questions to ask, explore, intuitive and clever yet modest enough to avoid breaking personal boundaries. hobbies, interests, favorite pet? hopefully not allergic. favorite food of course, if there was one. no, better, most hated food. that was more interesting.  toshio isn’t certain as to why he’s so intrigued by gabriel, but, at this current moment, he’s not too focused on the answer to this. he just wants to learn more, cherish this present time until fate had them stripped away. 

he glances over his shoulder, locking eyes with gabriel. 

             ❛ do you have any preference? i trust your tastes. ❜  

[campaignisms-blog]

words are very unnecessary // they can only do harm                                             ( a toshio matsuyama / blue moodboard. mutuals reblog only ) 

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                         A DAD AND HIS THREE UGLY DUCKLINGS !!                                                loved by SHORP, JOSIE and TEA !!

[irobbstark]

“You keep talking like a bitch, I’m gonna slap you like a bitch.”

Reservoir Dogs (1992) dir. Quentin Tarantino 

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most certainly not a saint. 

       – ❝ pfft– ha ha ! ❞ oh, he couldn’t stop the surge of laughter that began to spread through him once more. oh if only he could see blue’s face right now. just IMAGINING the scowl on his face brought on a fit of giggles as he proceeded to kneel down in front of the other, free hand pressed against his mask in attempts to get himself to stop, ❝ oh man– yeah okay i hear ya, i hear ya. ❞ deep breath. yeah, he could keep it in. ❝ alright, no more games. don’t blame me if it STINGS a little ! ❞

       oh man, wouldn’t he LOVE that though ? COMPENSATION, that was always a nice bonus. a satisfied hum leaves him as he opens the tool case, fingers gently moving the shirt away from the wound as he began to clean some of the blood away & disinfect it, ❝ will you add the part that you BEGGED me to help you, & i, being the SAINT that i am, granted you mercy & gave you a helping hand ? ❞ so much for no more games.

       he wasn’t being serious, of course, just small talk as he worked. he’d rather DIE than fix blue in some bullshit awkward silence in the middle of the bathroom ( hopefully panther didn’t come home to find the two in such a state– that’d be MORTIFYING ). a single beat of silence passed, before he continued with, ❝ how did you even fuck up this bad ? usually I’M the fuckup& the one needing a fixer upper, not you. ❞

at this rate blue’s eyes were probably going to roll right out of his head. stings a little? really? that was literally the worst pun stinger ever made-- 

aaand here comes the pain. 

blue doesn’t make any sound once his teammate applies the disinfectant, in fact he’s a bit too quiet ; the only suggestion of how he’s feeling is indicated through the occasional flinch of his shoulders when stinger touches a particularly sensitive area. otherwise, he remains cool, collected at face value. in an odd way he’s fortunate of stinger and his blabbermouth. saves him the effort of having to strike up the conversation. a chuckle ( albeit forced ) escapes him. 

            ❛ tell him i begged? perhaps. call you a saint? i’d rather rip my own tongue out. ❜   

a moment passes, and he shifts slightly, trying to allow more room for stinger. at a glance, he seemed to know what he was doing . . . though to be fair, they were only at the beginning stage. stitching was a whole other problem. 

            ❛ oh shut up, i didn’t fuck up. i was swarmed, ambushed. a group of them . . . it was only supposed to be a side thing. nothing major. ❜  

blue grows quiet, allowing himself a moment to recollect what actually happened. a brief thought flickers in his mind and he hesitates to speak, weary of his own knowledge. if he actually was ambushed, and not raided by pure incidence, was it all set up? it seemed a bit ridiculous, especially given the fact he was a sniper, but of course blue had to consider all options. in this line of business no one was ever really trust-worthy, not even your colleagues. 

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takes all the coffee that could be found in the apartment & throws them out the window. barricades the only door out & guards it at gunpoint : // no coffee until you EAT YOUR FUCKING FOOD YOU DIPSHIT

looooooong dramatic glare before he takes two quick bites of the food and stubbornly sits there with his arms crossed. technically he ate, so now stinger can’t judge him for his poor habits. 

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blue, surviving solely on cigarettes and coffee: try me Bitch

        that’s one ( 1 ) more reason as to why he can’t wait to “ accidentally “ fatally hurt blue during a mission

[campaignisms-blog]

#yoU COME INTO / MY/ HOUSE #i don't care if ur our leader : // #you'RE GONNA EAT YOUR FUCKING FOOD #oR I WILL DIE TRYING

        blue vc : guess i’ll starve