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boredcouchpotato · 7 days ago

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Everyone Loves Neoborg:

Fire (Tala/Tyson)

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Manga Tala! For those who have not read the manga: In the manga, Tala and Tyson do *not* make up after the first world tournament and Tala very much holds a grudge against Tyson for defeating him at the end. In fact, this is pretty much his whole motivation for coming back in the G-rev manga to fight Tyson again! Manga Tala is a whole different breed of feral I love him. ------ Warnings: ------ None, Just a dumbass who doesn't understand feelings

He didn’t understand.

Things had normally been so clear. A born leader by nature, problem-solving was instinctual to him, most situations were easily fixed when you applied basic logic to them after all. A logical answer for a logical problem, facts weighed against facts but this method of problem solving did nothing to help him figure out what he was feeling. Feelings weren't facts, facts were neat and clean and had rules, Feelings warped and took their own shape in completely illogical ways. Treating things like a puzzle to be solved normally worked but this puzzle’s pieces had warped sometime into putting it together, he couldn't solve a puzzle whose pieces no longer fit no matter how hard he tried.

Anger.

An emotion he was very familiar with, the red hot searing feeling deep in his chest, the one that made him want to scream and lash out at everyone and everything, a wild beast whose hunger was normally only situated with the destruction of someone or something.

Hate.

Something he felt for few people but for those it was directed at the feeling was strong, people who had wronged him, people who deserve his scorn, his revenge.

So why?

What was he doing here?

Laid down on a futon, a person he supposedly hated pressed against his side and he was letting it happen. He was known for not being Touchy, people didn't just go up and touch him it was unheard of. Even before people found out about his aversion to the closeness of others people were simply too scared and intimidated to attempt to get close to him. But He didn’t want to move despite the closeness, ‘the touching’ . He didn't let people touch him freely so why was he letting it happen now?

The storm raged on outside, howling wind and heavy rain only broken by the occasional strike of lightning but it seemed nothing compared to the thoughts racing around his head. A hurricane bad enough that all flights had been cancelled had stranded multiple teams set to leave earlier that day. They had all somehow ended up at Tyson's home hunkering down waiting for the storm to end so they could all go home.

Now they were all in the dojo laid in neat rows of futons, the complaining of the other teams having to sleep in the same room as the Russians had thankfully been minimal due to how exhausted everyone had been. Most people were asleep by now, it was the early hours of morning no later than 2am but he could still hear the quiet titter of a few people still whispering to each other.

He couldn't sleep, not with so many unfamiliar people around, not sleeping in this unfamiliar bed in this unfamiliar room. It had nothing to do with the fact he felt someone else's breath on his neck.

Tyson sighed deeply and shifted nuzzling a soft chubby tan cheek into his pale shoulder before settling down again, sleep not disturbed by the panicked thoughts of the redhead he was cuddled against. He slept so peacefully not knowing how much danger he was in, that it was Tala's bed he had rolled over into. Even Bryan knew better than to disturb Tala when he was trying to rest, it was best to leave him alone. A half asleep Tala was not the best at distinguishing a threat from a friend.

But despite the hammering in his chest, the strange breathlessness he felt he didn't feel in danger. He felt that familiar flame deep in his chest that hot prickly feeling whenever he saw Tyson. The one that got bigger and bigger the closer they were to each other the one that yearned to beat him, for Tyson to acknowledge he was stronger.

The one that needed his attention.

Hate.

Hate?

It was or it used to be. There was no mistaking that disgusted aftertaste in his mouth he had gotten after his humiliation at Tyson defeating him, and here the thought Tyson merely chipping Wolborg when they had met had been humiliation enough. Swallowing that defeat was simply not something he could do, Tyson had taken his perfect win record so, he had taken Kai. Kai had his own agenda but his plan was to take kai away from him, to take something away from him that he cared about. An eye for an eye.

Tyson’s reaction had been worth it, seeing Tyson squirm and seeing him angry enough that Spencer had to step in and keep the smaller teen away from Kai. His satisfaction at that moment had been through the roof, a good and perfect revenge. He honestly wished Spencer hadn't gotten involved it would have just made it even better to watch Tyson actually take a swing at Kai. But that was Spencer for you, always the bleeding heart. Still… it hadn't been enough and in the end, he still lost out, never getting that victory he had sort after. The more he went over that event in his head he wished he had been in Kai's place instead, it was annoying how fixated Tyson was on Kai. It should be him.

It had changed. He couldn't call it hate anymore but that fire still burned and he still wanted those things more than anything. To defeat Tyson, for him to acknowledge him as the stronger and superior person between them but now it was more clawing, it felt more desperate. It no longer felt like it was so tied to his pride, the disgust he had once felt was no longer there but the burning in his chest remained. No, it had gotten stronger it burned more deeply.

Tyson mumbled in his sleep before shifting again seeming to be cold. He had rolled right out of his own futon and in his sleep seemed to be intent on trying to climb into Tala’s for warmth, already half under the edge of the blanket. A stretch, a mumble and finally Tala felt a chubby arm fall over his midsection.

Alarm bells rang off in his head yet he stayed there, still as if he was frozen despite the smouldering heat he felt flourish within him. Outwardly he barely flinched, Inside he could feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears. The temptation to jump up and throw the smaller teen off him and screech obscenities was all too great but again he didn’t move. For some odd reason, he didn't want to. His side simultaneously felt numb and too sensitive at the same time his natural and trained response of hating another person's touch. His instincts screamed at him, screamed to pull away, to strike out at Tyson but they were overridden by the feeling in his chest, that burning.

He swallowed trying his best to sort out his breathing once he noticed how fast it was, seeing the rise and fall of Tyson's head on his chest moving with each breath fully limp in his sleep, completely defenceless. He looked up at the ceiling, for some reason finding the image of Tyson sprawled across his chest a little too overwhelming. looking up at the wood beams seem to help, it dulled the sensation slightly. Closing his eyes only made it worse the image seemed to play on the back of his eyelids the sensation of the warm body next to him only got more vivid, he needed something to focus on that wasn't Tyson. Breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, he let out a few shaky breaths. The thought of Bryan turning over and witnessing his panic filled him with dread, a sinking feeling in his stomach. He had never been more thankful that Bryan was such a heavy sleeper.

He got control of his breathing but his heart he couldn't stop from pounding. Before he would have thought this feeling welling up in him was anger. The red hot feeling deep in his chest, the prickle of heat in his face the rush of adrenaline of his body getting ready to fight and the blankness of his mind only being able to focus on what he was angry at. Those were all there but they were different somehow.

His mind was blank, only able to focus on the slightly heavy weight of the arm across his chest, the soft long hair tickling his shoulder, The warm puffs of air he felt through his tank top. He fisted his hand into the fabric beneath him trying to focus on something else.

His face did feel warm, hot like he had a fever but not the prickle of anger, the slight sweat from his body getting ready to lash out. No the heat pooled into his cheeks radiating a warmth he had never really felt before.

The longer he allowed this to happen the more intensely it burned.

During sleepless nights like these, his mind would often wander and end up thinking about the smaller teen. A quest for revenge seemed to have settled into a strange rivalry, his anger subsided so why? Why now? Why now did he feel like he was on fire? Tyson had unintentionally lit this flame within him years ago so why had he waited all these years to pour gasoline on it?

A loud crack of thunder rang out causing a few people to startle awake and whisper to each other after realising there was no danger. Tyson whined and tensed his limp arm tightening around tala's waist for a brief second before he relaxed again and rolled over sprawling out over his own bed.

His heart had been beating too fast before, thumping against his ribcage almost painfully but it had all out stopped when Tyson had squeezed him. It was only a moment but his eyes opened wide and his whole body went rigid. If Tyson hadn’t let go so quickly and moved away Tala may have unintentionally lashed out at the smaller teen simply out of instinct. He sat up slightly leaning on his shaking forearms, he raised his head to look over at the blue-haired boy.

Fast asleep, none the wiser to what he had just done.

Good.

He settled back down once again trying in vain to get control over his racing heart rolling onto his side to keep an eye on the smaller teen. Fisting the covers up to his nose He could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks, his hands warmed by the thick blanket felt chilled in comparison to them. He just blinked watching the rise and fall of Tyson's chest, just as calm and relaxed as it was before.

Despite Tyson returning to his own bed the area he had been pressed against still felt warm like their skin was still touching. Rubbing over the area by his hip with his hand didn't make the sensation go away fully either. He doubted he was going to sleep tonight but that was ok.

He felt warm.

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boredcouchpotato · 7 days ago

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Beymas: Brittle Wolf

Here is my entry for Beymas! Sorry it's so late I literally left it up to the last minute because I am a disaster 😅🤦‍♀️ Anyway thanks to @parfaitkiwi for organizing this!

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He felt nervous now handing over the small box, suddenly extremely self-conscious about the little figurine delicately wrapped up inside. The secret Santa seemed like a fun idea until he had discovered who his partner was.

Tala.

Lee would have taken anyone over any of the members of that team. He was surprised they were even taking part in the first place, no doubt strongarmed or subtly blackmailed into it by Mr Dickenson. A pale hand took the box from him but Tala continued to stare at him with little to no expression, it was creepy. They stood in silence for a few moments, Tala holding the box but making no motion to open it. Simply holding onto it without a word like he didn't quite know what to do with himself either. Well, at least Tala seemed to be as uncomfortable as him in this situation.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” Mariah huffed crossing her arms finally getting tired of watching this whole awkward exchange. Tala’s eyes flicked up to look at her for a moment before looking down to study the small box in his hand. Much to Mariah's annoyance, he turned his attention back to the room as he surveyed what everyone else was doing. Opening and giving gifts to each other, not a single hand was empty even that of his teammates who had split up to hand off their own halves of the exchange.

Lee felt a lump in his throat, Tala dragging this out more than necessary was just making this exchange a thousand times more awkward than it already was. Part of him just wanted to rip open the box and shove it in Tala's face to get it over and done with but now, finally face to face with him he suddenly felt his gift was ridiculous. Its homemade nature suddenly felt embarrassing.

Tala seemingly tired of Mariah’s fussing opened the lid, tucking it under the base as he moved aside the layers of tissue paper that seemed silent in the uproar of the festivities around them. Pale fingers plucked out the small wooden shape pulling it up in front of his face to inspect. Lee swallowed and looked away self-consciousness taking over him.

The figure was small, only about nine centimetres or so, carved from a solid chunk of wood. When lee had drawn Tala’s name he had no idea what the other man would want. At least if it had been Bryan he could have got a knife and been done with it but the elusive captain of the Russian team was straight up a mystery to him. He had looked all over at many things nothing even remotely caught his interest. He could have phoned it in with something generic but at the same time, his pride would never have allowed that.

It had finally come to him when he was fussing over it trying desperately to rack his brain for an idea. He had been sat down whittling away at a small piece of wood, a calming hobby he had picked up the past few years. If there was one thing Tala seemed to care about it was wolborg, all of the bladers had a fondness and affinity with their bitbeats, so it was a safe bet.

His first attempt was pretty but wrong. The beast was sat down tail wrapped around its body, the best sort of pose for this kind of craft, it made it strong and solid leaving no small parts that could easily snap. But the more he looked at it the more it didn't seem right. The wolf looked passive, almost friendly nothing like wolborg or its master.

His second attempt was better. The figure was standing up but again it didn't seem right, its head was looking up and while not passive anymore its body language didn't convey what he felt it should. It looked more like a pet dog looking up at its master definitely not the feeling he got from wolborg.

On his third attempt he had thrown his normal techniques out the window and just went for it. The beast's body was in motion, twisted like it was about to start running after its prey, its legs each in a different position sprawled out and separate from the others. The wolf's head was pointed down but not in submission as its mouth was open and growling showing off its large fangs. Its tail up and alert just like the beast's signature embedded icicles that seemed to almost form wings on it’s back. It looked dangerous and wild just like it should, unfortunately, this left the figure itself extremely fragile. Pretty much every detail on this thing was a weak point, only a small amount of pressure would snap it in multiple places. It felt right however, compared to the other two while it wasn't as pretty or aesthetic but it felt truer to the actual beast.

He had no idea why he had even put so much effort into this, and now he all but regretted it.

“It’s beautiful, thank you”

Lee almost couldn’t believe his ears, he expected Tala to scoff at the thing or at least make a smart little comment as the redhead often did. He looked up seeing Tala with an unreadable expression on his face, Fingers delicately turning the wolf over in his hand looking at the small details Lee had carved into the wood grain.

“Uh I-...You're welcome” He mumbled out, suddenly more embarrassed than ever but under that, he felt a little smug at actually getting some kind of approval from the redhead. Mariah clapped him on the back and said something about wanting to give her own gift now before promptly dragging him off. He couldn’t help but look back at Tala, he was still turning the small wooden figure over in his hands with an almost faraway look in his eyes.

Lee would never understand that guy.

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boredcouchpotato · 7 days ago

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if it were the other way around (if kai had to fight f-sangre for a spot in the final match), would’ve takao weakened himself to even the conditions? not saying takao isn’t an honorable player, but i’ve replayed that ‘what if…?’ scenario in my head a few times and I don’t see him doing it, so i’d like to know the opinion of another fan… hope all is great with you! ❤️❤️❤️

This question ist just SO GOOD. I let my mind wander and also thought about how the rest of the Bladebreakers would act. So let's dive into it!

I wanna start with Kai, though, as this scene especially shows a lot about his character - and, in my opinion, about his flaws. When I was younger I really respected Kai for what he did, because it really shows how he wants to play a fair game - a huge difference to season 1 where he would take every advantage he could get, no questions asked (Black Dranzer, anyone?) However, over time I come to think that this scene actually tells us more about how Kai is stuck in his own head and his slightly twisted sense of honor. Beating yourself up is, after all, a very odd way to have a fair game. For me this shows Kai's tendency to self-destruct and, to be fair, also his sense for drama.

Coming from that, what would Takao have done?

Honestly, I don't think Takao would have done the same as Kai. Not because he is selfish or doesn't think about things like that, but because he is much less self-destructive than Kai (lol). I think Takao would have acknowleged the fact that Kai was at a disadvantage. He probably would have tried to convince Daitenji to postpone the final match for a bit, so that Kai could get some rest. Maybe he would also have found a way to stall a bit, as Daichi did in his match with Yuriy. Also, he probably would've teased Kai if he showed tiredness. Takao has the gift to bring out the best in people, even with unconventional means. So he would've inspired Kai to gather his strenght and play the best match ever.

But wait, what would Max and Rei do?

Interestingly, I came to the conclusion that Max, being in Kai's position (NOT having to fight someone else before the final match) would have used this to his advantage. I see him acting similar to Yuriy (might that have to do with both of them basically using the water element, but it different form?). Max is a very strategic blader. He plays fair, but he would never put himself in a weaker position, just because of a weird sense of "honor" (like Kai lol). I don't think Max should be criticised for that. He is smart, he want's to win matches. And in that case it's not even cheating.

Rei seems to have some weird honor thing going on as well, so he seems to be more like Kai. His goal is to fight Takao, and we've seen him acting unusually cold during g-rev to reach this goal. However, I think for Rei the situation is much less emotionally charged - Takao and him didn't have this year-long rival thing going on. Also less gay vibes between them xDDD (and we know Kai is the disaster gay in this series). I think Rei would also not weaken himself before the final match. Things like that don't interfere with his sense of honor and fairness.

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