Striking in the Shadows

What? Like hell I'm gonna accept being a lapdog! Armored Rider Kurokage--striking in the shadows. My partner is Gridon--what? No, dude, just go with it! housed in apartment b-6 [Ryouji Hase from Kamen Rider Gaim. Affiliated with citta-alveare.]

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This City’s Only Big Enough for ONE Pinecone ➹ Peko

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pineconenergy:

While Peko himself was far from being a shining beacon of light and hope, he did not appreciate how rude the nut was being. No one was allowed to deny him the right to feel the way he did, belt or not. Thus, he was not far from taking out his slingshot instead of acknowledging the words. Such action would have been counterproductive though. 

No use hitting an empty shell. The teenager cooled down quickly anyway. Hase and him were somewhat similar on this side of their personality. Bickering was part of who they would always be. “Shut up, Hase. I don’t need a belt anyway.” He hoped these words were true, and that his constant jealousy had died down since then.

The mention of his height, of rather the fact he was apparently a child, was enough for a well-aimed kick to attempt to hit Hase’s leg. “Hey asshole, I’m eighteen, fuck off.” He hissed. The subject would always be rather sensible. 

Still, behind his apparent annoyance, it was obvious there was no real animosity in his tone. “I won’t lose you somewhere, but I could if you get on my nerves.” It would be hard to ignore the bedazzled boy though.

“Now, Mr.Bee please follow the twelve year old instead of complaining. And don’t use me as an arm rest. I can bite.” Zack enjoyed such game, but he didn’t want Hase, a rival, to believe it was remotely acceptable.

[➹] Feelings, being sensitive, thinking his actions out--they weren’t really things that were high on his priority list, much to the chagrin of those around him. Well, his friends on Raid Wild didn’t seem to care, and they were the ones that mattered most anyway. Why try to fix somethin’ that wasn’t broken?

Being told to shut up also wasn’t something that was new to him, so the words merely ran over his skin like water, not causing any lasting damage. “True,” He shrugged. “You got the Kumon banana, so why would you need one?” Clearly, to him, the belts were only for securing dance positions and he had never made it long enough to see the second Baron rider.

A shout of protest escaped his lips at the foot that landed on his legs, but he paused with wide eyes at the words that followed afterwards. “Wait. Whadda mean you’re eighteen?!” Holy shit. “You look like you’re sixteen...”

That remark probably wouldn’t go over well. At long as he was still older than the shortie, then it would be fine for his pride, though. And that was all that mattered, in the end--protecting egos and fighting with fists until you got where you wanted.

However, he did get his legs to start moving once again. “As if I need a tour guide!” He snorted. Being abandoned like a puppy? He could easily find his way again, who did this kid think he was? “Oy! I ain’t a bee, twelve-year old. If ya bit me I’d squirt you with water.” That oughta teach him.

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Lost Sign: Missing Pup--boyfriend ➹ alt!Hase alt!Peko

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pineconenergy:

His lover could act brazenly when they were together. Love in itself sounded rather lame. They had no need for anything standing in their way. Together, they were simply partners in crime in order to create the world they wished for. Much better way to explain their relationship, the younger one was proud of himself. Kindness had no place around there, when they had been deceived by everyone.

His free hand ran through Hase’s hair. On purpose, he messed up the dark strands fixed by his boyfriend. Such games were always a great way to have some quick fun. “I don’t get in trouble that often.” Seriously, the jerk was almost insulting him. To prove he was a mature individual, he barked at the other. At worst, he was a big dog, not a puppy.

The palm against his own lifted his spirits. If his hand turned red from the squeezing, Peko intended to deal with it proudly. “I just want one.” Power over something. He was fed up with always having to listen to people who only encouraged him to behave like a good kid. “You come here, and tell me my idea sucks. Asshole.”

Instead of running away, the shorter one dragged Hase closer. To ensure he wouldn’t escape. Nor disappear. Such fear was impossible to voice though. “Whatever, let’s do something else then.” To ensure the message was clear, he tiptoed, pressing a harsh kiss against Hase’s lips, bruising them. 

[➹] If Hase had heard such a description of their relationship, he probably would have approved. He wasn’t a romantic guy in the slightest, never been a fan of those movies that would have some people falling into tears. Like, come on, it had more sap than a tree.

He let out a little growl at the hand that messed up his carefully sculpted hair. That was not appreciated in the slightest, and the moment the other pulled it away was the second that his own free hand flew up, attempting to fix the damage caused without a mirror. “You are a trouble magnet.” Hase argued.

Peko’s attitude was as it always was--someone was going to hurt him, so he was going to attack first. A tough world to be caught up in, but he dealt with it as he deemed fit. If that meant spitting curses and acidic words, so be it, yeah?

“Sure,” He agreed easily, knowing Peko’s body language enough to know a sudden weight would be pressed against his lips. The younger liked to be heard, even through actions that held no words. Hase placed his hand at the back of Peko’s neck to ensure he wouldn’t pull away too quickly.

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[pandaryoshka]

cuddly soccer au nuts with hase comforting his annoyed acorn over team rankings or something

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[slightly-bovverd]

I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead This is the road to ruin And we're starting at the end

[jounouchis]

the greatest in any universe 

[bittertowncowboy]

Have some cuties!!!

[thenugu]

[scorpionxstar]

I’m still not over this…

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Sun’s Doughnut || Open

❂ “Excuse me but there’s only one more doughnut left at this store and this one is mine.”

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[➹] Eyes narrowed at what he took to be a challenge. “Oi, it’s mine, I was here first.” Some random guy thought he could take it from him? Over his dead body.

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chariot, hierophant, lovers

The Chariot: A place they’ve traveled or would like to travel to - Hase doesn’t have a ton of interest in travel. He enjoys his city, even if he has fancied a trip to America one day. Perhaps another big city like Zawame.

The Hierophant: Something they believe in - Hase believes in the rules of the streets. Everything was fair when they were in a ‘no rules’ sort of setting, even the most underhanded of acts. Winning was more important than the means.

The Lovers: A person who makes them very happy - Despite rough and rugged appearances, an attitude that suggested he didn’t care--Hase truly cares for his mother, and his dance teammates. He considers them family.

[porngiirl]

Tarot Headcanons

send my muse one of the following..

The Fool: Something they’ve always wanted to try

The Magician: SomethingNo lo no they’re very good at

The High Priestess: One thing they wish they knew

The Empress: A woman they really admire

The Emperor: A man they really admire

The Hierophant: Something they believe in

The Lovers: A person who makes them very happy

The Chariot: A place they’ve traveled or would like to travel to

Strength: Something they struggle with

The Hermit: Favorite way to spend a day alone

The Wheel Of Fortune: Something they wish you could change

Justice: A decision they wish they could do over

The Hanged Man: A time when they wished someone would listen to them

Death: Someone they really miss

Temperance: Their ideal day

The Devil: Who they talk to when dealing with big issues

The Tower: Something that changed their life

The Star: Someone they consider perfect

The Moon: Something they fear

The Sun: Their happiest memory

Judgement: Their favourite song(s)

The World: Their dream job

The Criminal: Custom questions

[desideriumofadream]

Muse Hobbies Meme

Bold which hobbies your muse has. 

drawing | painting | baking | calligraphy | bee keeping (is a bedazzled bee) | bird watching | embroidery | fashion design | wood carving | automotive repair | candle-making | crochet | knitting | sewing | cooking | guitar playing | piano playing | singing  | dancing | writing | computer programming | coin collecting | cake decorating | gardening | hiking | astronomy | swimming | white water rafting | canoeing | photography | surfing | horse riding | hunting | pottery | rock collecting | seashell collecting | karaoke | genealogy | astrology | fishing | yoga | glass blowing | leather crafting | jogging | archery | skiing | racing | meteorology | traveling | reading | magic

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This City’s Only Big Enough for ONE Pinecone ➹ Peko

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Hase was not one to apologize and give up on his words without a fight. Fists that tasted like blood, and words akin to screams. Oddly, while he was not this way, loathing the prospect of getting injured, Peko could understand the way the (slightly) older one was acting. Hence the way he was willing to show him around. 

The words about his old leader were enough to allow him to relax a little. Hase and Raid Wild suffered from a numeral inferiority here. Not Peko’s problem obviously. His tongue ran against the back of his teeth, twisting a little to keep nonsense from escaping his lips once again. Perhaps some secrets were meant to be kept. The future kind of sucked too, to be honest. 

There was no reason to grab Hase’s hand to guide him around. Even if his fingers would certainly be warm and skilled at sewing and punching everything. Peko wasn’t keen on doing either though, so he simply gestured towards what was surrounding them. His hand traced half of a circle in the air. “It does suck, yeah. But at least we can do whatever we want.”

Surely, they wouldn’t get bored too quickly. “I can’t believe I’m helping a bee around.” His tone was mocking, albeit lighter than before. Proof he was not trying to gain points in an endless bickering. 

He started to walk, convinced Hase would follow on his own. The other was not one to be forgotten. Or perhaps Peko didn’t know him well enough.

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[➹] To be honest, things were easier to understand with a punch to the face--not that he wanted to be punched, he much preferred to be the one doing the punching, thank you very much, and other social skills kind of...escaped him.

It was a dog eat dog world, and messages were less complicated if they weren’t lost in the confusion of elongated sentences and complicated syntax. He never appreciated that shit to begin with, but he also wouldn’t sit here like a log while the other would mock him.

Hase might not have been the sharpest tool, but even he was unable to miss the brief yet conflicted expressions that passed over Peko’s face, like waves receding on the shore and only leaving upturned shells in its wake. “Not really.” He groused, eyes lowered. “There are no Inves games here.”

No dancing. No way to prove that he belonged on the streets.”You probably wouldn’t get it, considering you don’t have a belt or nothin’.” It was no intention of his to be cruel, but he wouldn’t be kind, either. Peko’s feelings were only a secondary issue to him.

Surely enough he quickly strode towards the other, to catch up, determined not to be left behind. Especially not by a shorty. “I can’t believe I’m lettin’ a twelve year old show me around.”

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Lost Sign: Missing Pup--boyfriend ➹ alt!Hase alt!Peko

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A palm was pressed, rather roughly, against his shoe. Perhaps to muffle the pain which was quickly expending through the limb. Some people tended to arrive at the worst moment, often bringing a mocking smirk with them, alongside empty apologies. Not that Hase was one to voice those. Neither of them was big of admitting his mistakes.

A dancer couldn’t have been clumsy, it would have been unfit. Peko felt a dull feeling in his chest upon realizing he wasn’t truly one any longer. At least, he had stopped belonging with a team. “Whatever, asshole. I don’t need a damn puppy to follow me around.” Fine, between the two of them, he certainly fit the role better, yet there was a certain thrill found in aggravating his boyfriend.

His feet guided him towards the other, and he extended a hand towards Hase, palm opened. His gaze averted the other though. Needless to say, he didn’t want to look as if affection mattered to him. The constant fear of being left behind once more remained. “I want a tarantula. Or any other big spider.”

Pets were not something they often talked about. They had no reason to after all. People were murdering each other, still he couldn’t have cared less.

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[➹] Such behavior was befitting of them both, and if would have been funny, had it not been so true. He had no use for apologies because he was rarely sorry--and it wasn’t as though Peko was truly injured, except for perhaps his pride. That could be easily tended to, if Hase was careful. (Which he was not.)

He did, however, purse his lips. “Hey,” His protest was rather weak, not containing any force behind it, proving that he was not exactly bothered by the words. “Someone has to keep you out of trouble, and I’m not a puppy.” A hand was brought up to smooth down his shirt and fix any loose strands of hair.

That didn’t stop him from taking the hand in his own, tilting his head backwards to let out a laugh. “A tarantula? What for?” One dark eyebrow was arched, either amused or confusion. “So it can die in this mess?”

A quiet hum showed he was not at all concerned with his own flippant attitude towards the sanctity of life, or whatever anyone wanted to call it. “I doubt you’ll find one here.” He lowered his hand, lacing his fingers with the other’s and squeezing rather harshly. Neither of them had any time or room for gentleness or sensitivity.