hear my roar.

[sukareo]

independent multimuse blog which includes characters from blue lock, twisted wonderland and others ! unfortunately summoned by jason. 27. he/him. 21+!

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[tsunotarou]

Time for the demon to get right up in the other's face now. Almost nose to nose. Hands still seizing those wrists, a bit tighter now. " ---Try it, Rinrin. And I'll start plucking those eyelashes one by one~ "

[sukareo]

Without thinking about it, his head leaned closer to lightly bump it against Ryusei's. “ Forget about that, freak. Are you free in August?”

[misssleepless12-deactivated2025]

FC Barcha #13!!!

[labcorphehe-deactivated20260118]

tmi stands for tell me immediately

[vampurrring]

I’ve got that neglected dog stare

[dwinkus]

its almost time for my next dose of candy

[tsunotarou]

" --- No need to lie, Rinrin! " Shidou squeezed those wrists, bordering on JUST too tight. " If you wanted an excuse to touch me, ya' coulda' just asked~ "

[sukareo]

" When did you start acting like a dog? Wanting to be pet? " Loser alert. That tight grip isn't doing any damage on him. Unblinking. " ... Maybe I just wanted to rip those ugly antennas off. "

[sukareo]

05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand. /also tatsurin—

Candied apples shouldn’t taste this good — this is his fourth one for the evening, other treats were stored away in the crossbody bag. Keeping a close eye on Tatsuki who’s busy writing an undisclosed amount of wishes on the paper slips, making sure that his boyfriend doesn’t pull anything reckless. It’s the last day of the Tanabata Star Festival — it’s less crowded today, the heat is a tad bearable, and lastly he gets to see them dressed up for the occasion. A triple bonus if you asked Rin.

Tossing the stick into a nearby trash can, readjusting the kajiu mask that clung to the side of his head, lastly folds his hands into the sleeves of his yukata idly. “ How many are you going to write? This is your fifth one,” yes, he’s counted every single paper strip that they’ve tied around the branch. Most were orange, others pink and teal. He already wrote two of his wishes down; one being I want to crush my older brother and the second one was… personal. It pertained to @heartsbind — it wasn’t anything awful, he couldn’t bring himself to actually hang it on the branch. Too self-conscious — an emotion he’s good at masking away ( decidedly to slip that wish away in his bag. It won’t see the light of day for a while. )

The entire tree branch is littered with a handful of slips, teals hues were scanning over the wishes that were written. People wished for money, better grades, a loving partner, the usual things most boring NPCS would want. It’s a common thing to be loved, isn't it?

No need for him to dwell over that specifically; coming to terms that Tatsuki’s love is enough for him. Their smile, laugh, terrible at cooking ( they’ve improved greatly, the presentation needs work. Nonetheless, he always ate his cooking. ), everything about his beloved mon petit oiseau gives him the unshakable strength to live. Cliche as it sounded he can't imagine a world where they haven't encountered each other.

Seeing that his boyfriend has finished up with the final slip, Rin extends his arm out for them to hold onto, walking away from the tree to wander the rest of the festival. Earlier the fireworks show wasn't that interesting in his eyes — the whole time his attention was on Tatsuki, enjoying the various colors illuminating their angelic face. ( a habit he's gained over the time of them dating. Is it wrong to watch them all the time?)

“ Do you want anything else before we head home?” What more could they want? Another prize from the shooting game that Rin definitely didn't waste money on shooting down some shitty object just for his partner to win a prize since Tatsuki's aim wasn't good by any means, ( or maybe they were too busy doing a bit to make themselves look bad? It wouldn't have upset him, anyway. Rin liked his shenanigans way too much. ), albeit seeing them ‘ fumble ‘ that generic shooting game was utterly amusing.

Right as they approached the tail end of the festival — a sudden boom crackled into the sky. Thunder. Rin, of course, isn’t shaken by sound at all … Though his interest is piqued when Tatsuki lets out a shriek of their own ( just like everyone else around them who was caught off guard. ), hand being grabbed into a vice grip. Seriously? Over thunder? Lips formed a thin line, suppressing the modicum of smirk that wanted to appear. “ I didn’t think you could scream that high, “ he jests, sardonically, squeezing their hand reassuringly

No, he won’t laugh about it right now — later on tonight when they’re at home and Tatsu’s asleep? He’s going to laugh about it. Alone. To himself. “ C’mon stupid Tatsu, let’s get you home before you piss yourself. “

[sukareo]

03. cups the others face with both hands. /masosae…

“ You didn’t have to sit right next to me, “ the tiniest linger of mirth is apparent in his tone. Of course — Tommaso didn’t want to sit across from him like a normal person would when riding a ferries wheel. Sae’s just not surprised by the man’s tactics anymore ( though sometimes he’s caught off guard on how sly he is without meaning to be ). “ Are you scared of heights? “ came the subtle tease. This was his first ride of the famous Eurowheel — @heartsbind had talked about it non-stop for some godly reason that Sae finally caved in and said fine, shitty maso, let’s go to this ferris wheel. It’s the second tallest ferris wheel in Europe— and yes, he took the time to read all its information when they were driving to the theme park. Mirabilandia. Now — he's never one for amusement parks, didn't see the point of going, getting sick from rides or the over priced food, in fact the last time he remembered coming to one was with Rin during their childhood days.

Their parents ( fortunately had enough time for them this once ) had taken them to Tokyo Disneyland. A five year old Rin conflicted about seeing a mascot character for the first time ( was it Donald Duck? Something like that. ), nearly bursted into tears when their mother urged for a picture.

Sae thought it was funny, stone faced outwardly but inwardly he was amused by his brother freaking out. Eventually Rin did enjoy his time there regardless of the little scared, thanks to his older brother taking him to get some character-theme ice cream whilst their parents sat down at a bench nearby. Ah, he did miss the simplicity of life back then; soccer was still a priority, taking care of Rin was, too.

With no protests of Tommaso pressing his thigh into his own, a subtle gesture they always did. Discreetly. Sae turns his head, shades propped above his head, gazing into those jade hues. This guy — what gives him the right to look at him with unbridled affection? Words held on the tip of his tongue, debating on saying a smart ass remark albeit it's swallowed down when familiar hands cups his cheeks.

Instinctively did he lean into those warmed palms, angling his head just enough to plant a kiss at the center of his hand. “ Trying to swoon me on this ride? Was that your plan? “ As the ride ascends gradually to the top — in tandem of his heartbeat picking its pace up. Maso's leaning in closer, littering his face with multiple kiss, cheeks, nose, forehead, and lastly on his lips. Sweet and simple.

Maybe, maybe it's not so bad that he's attempting to live in normalcy with an idiot.

[thebugvolt]

If you hurt my brother there is a 100% chance I will come to your house and kill you.

[alltimesos]

“are you ok?” no but I’m funny

[nocturnique]

@sukareo // souma ( cont. )

“ You don’t want to try this super, super big ice cream?!” in cues him doing a dramatic gasp, mouth agape, pointy fangs on display. How unfun! Souma always has a bunch of ice cream on standby! That’s the main thing you should have during the summer; plenty of cold treats and having activities on the side! “ You could get one scoop, Liopi! You don’t necessarily have to get a big one like me, “ as they stood there waiting in line in front of Daily Chiko— famously known for its large portion of creamery slapped onto a cone; he's hyper-focused on making sure his new friend gets nicely cooled down!

“ Or you could get somethin’ else? It’s my treat, so don’t bother pulling out your wallet!”

it's a very unfortunate situation that he's found himself within, trapped here in line (a stupidly long one, he thinks) waiting for ice cream of all things. a sweet treat, perfect for the average person on a sweltering day such as this, but he isn't the average person.

he hates the cold; physically cannot tolerate it, cold-blooded though he is. and, so, he's here not by choice, but by force. he supposes. not that he couldn't have run, lost souma somewhere in a crowd, but for whatever reason incomprehensible to him he hadn't-- he couldn't be bothered to ask himself why. he didn't do friends. souma, of course, didn't seem to mind.

'i'm good.' he reiterates once again. his gaze lingers darkly upon the displays ahead, a frown, nearly imperceptible, in place upon his lips. 'i don't like ice cream.' he continues, though doesn't bother to elaborate. 'get what you want. i don't need anything.'

[sukareo]

“ You don’t like ice cream, “ he notes, nodding. Okay, so ice cream is off the table! Souma wasn’t going to pester him any further to have that delicious cold treat ( he wouldn’t want to pressure Lio into something he didn’t want to deal with ). “ How about water? Are you thirsty?”

He’s being considerate — it wouldn’t be fair for him to buy something for himself and not give Lio anything in return!

The line was getting shorter, still moving steadily, thank god. " Y'know, I appreciate you comin' out with me. Nii-san would rather explode than wait outside for some delicious ice cream ' cause he has plenty of it at home and always stocks up, " his brother and his habit of living on the edge when he shouldn't be engulfing any dairy products at all. Then again, Souma's always the one buying him lactaid pills so it all works out in his favor. Kind of. One hand is used to fix the hat upon his head, making sure it's all secured, dual-colored hues glanced at the other watchfully, double checking on him in case his friend ends up melting away. " I won’t drag you out to anywhere else, I promise —”

[vuikay]

an extra

a crumb of 6918 for my friends who have sandwiched me

[einshi]

@sukareo

[ofamess]

Bachira  had  some  hope  that  Rin  could  see  things  in  another  life.  Sure,  dragging  him,  or  even  offering  him  to  see  some  art,  wasn't  the  best  thing  he  could  have  done.  But  his  mother's  stuff  wasn't  normal.  She  saw  the  beauty  of  things,  and  then  the  wrong  of  things.  Though,  this  was  also  something  Bachira  wanted  to  understand  —  what  was  Rin  even  into?  He  knew  about  the  horror,  and  soccer,  but  he  personally  wanted  to  know  more.  So,  maybe  convincing  him  to  come  out  –  ot  even  show  up  would  be  something  that  he  showed  a  little  interest  in.  High  hopes,  but  he  didn't  want  to  think  too  much  or  he'll  get  even  more  excited.  “  Well,  I  always  go!  She's  the  reason  I  love  drawing  so  much!  It's  an  expression,  and  I  love  it,”  he  mused  a  little  bit.  “  I  think  you  would  just  have  fun…  She  doesn't  do  boring;  everything  has  something  that  pops  out  for  them,”  he  giggled  a  little,  with  a  shrug. 

Even  if  he  was  overly  explaining  how  wonderful  his  mother  is,  he  could  see  that  sad  look  on  Rin's  face.  While  Bachira  grew  up  with  just  his  mother  and  himself,  Rin  had  a  family.   A  mother  and  a  father  and  an  older  brother!  –  So  you  would  think  he  was  never  alone.  Unlike  Bachira,  who  would  spend  nights  alone  while  his  mother  worked  her  odd  jobs  while  painting.  -So,  in  fact,  he  was  overly  hyper  when  someone  would  listen;  he  almost  felt  bad.  Knowing  how  annoying  he  could  be.  Hell,  people  even  have  punched  him  to  shut  up  in  school.  But  Rin's  never  done  that,  (yet),  just  told  him  to  shut  up,  and  sometimes  he  does.  Or  he  moves  on  to  the  next.  Bachira's  energy  is  insane. 

Even  so,  talking  about  his  little  Imaginary  friend  –  his  monster,  really  did  confuse  people,  so  normally  he  would  end  that  and  move  on.  But  the  smaller  one  shugged  a  little  bit.  “Sometimes  you're  the  reason  he  breaks  down.”  Oops,  sold  his  best  friend  out.   “  You  can  be  draining  when  you're  an  asshole.  But  I  find  it  amusing  that  you  guys  fight  so  much.  Don't  worry,  this  is  SO  not  me  telling  you  to  be  nice.  I  don't  think  anyone  can.”  he  giggled  once  more,  and  stretched  a  little  bit.  “Personally,  you  guys  can  do  whatever  you  want.  Try  and  kill  each  other  for  all  I  care,   –  I  don't  know.  I'm  rambling  now,  and  if  Iagi  knew  I  said  anything,  I'll  get  the  silent  treatment  for  a  whole  week!”  and  Bachira  can't  handle  that.  He'll  be  unstable  himself.

Playing  in  the  water  just  a  little,  he  listened  and  giggled  a  bit  more.  “  Right,  sure.  You're  so  bored  and  done  with  me,  but  you  keep  playing  with  me  when  I  ask!  Beside  i've  gotten  a  lot  better;  even  if  my  dribbling  is  insane,  I've  also  scored  more  than  others.  So  you  have  to  give  me  something  for  that.  ”  There  was  some  teasing  in  his  voice;  at  least  he  wasn't  as  useless  as  some  others.  At  least  that  is  how  he  sees  it.  He  might  not  be  number  one,  but  he  did  get  caught  up  in  the  top  six  for  his  skills,  at  least.  “  And  I  don't  use  the  same  bait;  the  movements  speak  for  themselves,”  he  mused  a  little,  swaying  a  little  in  the  water,  humming.   Chuckling,  he  was  glad  he  was  on  the  other's  side  –  he  could  tell  the  other's  look.  And  he  was  about  to  die! 

“  Everyone  else  has  Isagi  to  fall  for,  Rinrrin!  You've  seen  how  everyone  treats  him.”  he  shook  his  head.  Even  if  he  was  his  best  friend,  he  was  going  to  be  pulled  back  with  every  rival  that  others  had.   Though  he  paused,  and  his  eyes  moved  to  stare  down  at  the  wonder.  His  smile  was  almost  gone.  “  I  know,  he'll  abandon  me  too;  I'm  not  blind  or  dumb.  He's  been  the  first  person  I've  clung  to,  and  even  if  it's  not  heathly  —  I  know  it  won't  last  forever.  Isagi…  going  places  and  I'll  be  a  ghost  behind  him  one  day!”  he  faked  a  chuckle,  only  to  sink  into  the  water  more.  Quiet  fell  with  him  for  a  moment.  Though  he  knew  he  would  get  drowned  for  this  one…  but  Bachira  couldn't  hold  it  back  for  too  long.  “  Is  that  why  you're  always  so  mad  about  your  brother?  You  were  attached,  and  he  moved  to  Spain?”  If  he  could  sink  any  further,  he  would  –  but  even  this  Bee  could  find  out  small  little  things  about  the  other.  But  with  how  the  other  would  react,  even  if  words  didn't  get  to  be  said,  he'll  have  his  answer. 

[sukareo]

“ Aren’t you supposed to go? That’s your mom, “ wasn’t it normal for a child to support their mother’s career that kept the family financially stable? His own mother would constantly work, work, work until she nearly forgot that she had two kids that needed to be taken care of. Sometimes his father would be the one cooking dinner ( nine times out of ten it tasted like shit, but Rin had eaten it with no complaints. Thanks to Sae making it more… enjoyable with his subtle silly antics. ) His mother isn't perfect; yes, she provided for him, yes she raised him, that doesn't mean he's obligated to love her. Why force love instead of allowing it naturally? Her love didn't feel… safe. Genuine. Compared to Sae's, Rin thinks his brother's affection was the only thing that kept him grounded during those times. Assuming that Bachira’s mom is normal in a sense— cares deeply for her child, gives encouragement.

Shooting a disgusted look towards him was all telling; Rin didn't care about Isagi's feelings. How many times did he have to make it obvious for this shitty bee to understand? Isagi is not — and will never be— a part of his personal bubble. He'll never be on radar; again, only certain people have that privilege. Instead of biting the bullet on throwing an insult at Bachira, he opts to stay quiet, observing him across the way. Vexation burns in his veins on and off— contemplating on ending this little bath short or ripping the man a whole different hole in his body.

Bachira’s a good player, not that he'd admit it out loud — nonetheless, he doesn't see himself using him in his own makeshift goal of beating his brother. Some people are worthy of being used, controlled precisely on the field to Rin's liking. For instance, he thinks that whitehead was useful though they never indirectly practiced together — Rin saw the potential in Nagi before his untimely demise of being locked off. How can someone so skillful just give that easily? What was he trying to gain? Those final words of Nagi’s had lingered into the back of his mind.

Those words are beyond fucking ridiculous. Who would fall for Isagi Yoichi of all people? Become obsessed with the most bland guy on the planet? Rin's mouth curled downward, scowling, preparing to spit obscenities at Bachira’s words. What he has for that sprout isn't obsession— its borderline murderous intention. Kill the one thing that keeps bothering him, making his skin crawl in an abundance of distaste. The only thing that Rin's very grateful for is that offer— they won't be on the same teams, won't have to look at each other unless on the field. That's fine. But everyday? Unbelievable. Was Bachira that stupid to realize that he's only playing a part in Isagi's plan? Using him as an outline to get a ‘ super goal? ‘ Isagi uses people in order to get what he wants; he would know, he used him back the same way — their relationship isn't healthy, obviously. a bated breath elicited through his lips, listening to the next sentence that easily rolled out of Bachira’s mouth. What the fuck would you know? He mused, forlornly. What would he know about his attachment to his brother? The person he relied on, looked up to, became a whole different fucking person over the last four years.

No, he has no idea what made Sae change all together, dropping the striker position for a midfielder— he hasn't gained the courage to confront the older Itoshi. How could he? Rin blocked him last week ( just to force himself to stop messaging his brother. It's necessary in his mind. ), and won't get in contact until his mood lightens up. “… You should stop talking, “ he grits out, lifting his body out of the bath, grabbing the towel that was nearby to hastily dry himself off, preparing to leave. Don't bother tearing him apart, he's trying to bait you.“ Why the fuck should I tell you what goes on with my brother and I? It's none of your business, and you wouldn't understand. Keep your mouth fucking shut, Bachira. “

[tsunotarou]

wipes dirty hands on antenna freak's back. 🧍‍♂️

" --- Oho? " Shidou spun around, hands shooting out to grab at those newly-cleaned wrists. " Tryin' to pet me, Rinrin? "

[sukareo]

"No, " who the hell wants to pet him? Freak. Surprisingly, he's not going to deck him... just for holding his wrists. " I wiped a bug on you, that's all. "

[scribeherself]

people will say “they’re only friends” and then show me two people who would crawl through broken glass to hear the other laugh once. two people who have memorized each other’s coffee orders, fears, childhood stories, and emergency contacts. two people who would haunt each other’s houses as ghosts. be serious.

[tinymaru]

Here for the Shibuya babes