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[dxsae]

i haven't replied/reached out to everyone lately cuz i'm preparing ideas for our characters so that when we plot, we could have sum good convo and ideas flowing despite our slow replies... !! so if i'm owing u a reply please bear with me, i promise i'll eventually give us a nice progress 🛠️

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a spark in the ashes

toast & coffee 24h diner ( 8 years ago ) with @sparkydx

a fresh bruise marred sae’s face—a reminder of yet another fight he’d gotten into. apparently, the kid was just familiarizing himself with his new routine of squabbling with the foolhardy customers ( and strangers ) somewhere in the neighborhood. the dark circles beneath his eyes, deep and prominent, only added to his image as the punk who always seemed to make the headlines for school violence. last night, he did not sleep well. he was bitten by the bugs.

ironically, no matter how much of a threat he posed, sae was still a child in his boss' eyes. hence, as a punishment for punching one of their customers in the face, the kid had to clean every corner of the restaurant in one week straight. leaving behind the thinnest layer of dust and his ass would be fired. and, of course, no more punches.

sae was mopping the kitchen floor with a long face when he saw the new cook walked in. they barely exchanged words since the standard introductions—name, age, job title. truthfully, sae couldn’t care less. in his mind, people took these jobs for one reason: money. there was no need to get friendly, no point in getting to know each other better.

"hello." he greeted sparky in the most dull, monotone and emotionless tone of voice. "good evening, sir. i'm cleaning up your working space, almost done now."

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dxjiha:

(...) “i got to ask, was it someone in the bar that gave you that?” he points to the cut. he turns around for a second, then returns to looking at the other, pushing a glass towards the other. “a glass of whiskey, on me, seems like you could need it”.

in his fuzziness, sae could've sworn he was talking to a ghost. one moment he heard voices and the next he's alone at the bar. and then, to the drunk man's surprise, a towel is pushed towards him. sae stares at the towel, dumbfounded, for nearly a minute before taking it and tapping on his open wound gently, appreciating the stranger's kindness even though the concept of being vulnerable is a brand new experience to him.

he pulls the glass of whiskey towards him, eyes fixated on the bartender. not to be a creep but the other man truly looks otherworldly, which makes perfect sense if he was a ghost or some sort of celestial being—— sae, stop. it's the alcohol talking. this guy is literally a human being and you know ghosts don't exist.

"thanks, but i'll pay for it myself." the bruised man mutters, his independent ass will not let anyone pay for him. "why do i look like i need it though?" head slightly tilts with a small frown, sae's just genuinely curious. what does it mean when someone looks like they need a whiskey? does he look sad? upset? depressed? does he give off the vibes of a poor dude who's just been dumped?

his hand, still pushing the towel against the bleeding wound, hasn't moved an inch. "this..." sae answers the bartender's question in a raspy voice. "was given to me by a dead man."

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dxbona:

(...) " i'll deal with nepa. " and despite the encouragement to flee the scene, there is a part of bona that hopes he'll choose to linger, just how she fails to move. she's stuck in place and his face is the main focus — her gaze notices how his features have matured, yet the sae she's always known is still there, right there, looking back at her.

an idiot. a complete fool for wandering around on his own when powerless. wasn't this how his father nearly met his end years ago when a mutagen's worst nightmare manifests before themself — the loss of what makes them inhuman, the very thing that instilled fear in others? without those peculiar abilities, they're just like everyone else: fragile, breakable.

yet sae, as stubborn as he can be sometimes, tightens the strings of his black hoodie while heading straight towards the warehouse despite sparky's warnings about n.e.p.a's watch.

if someone wants to eliminate a person without leaving a trace, the warehouse would be the ideal venue — it has always been. it's where sae himself left behind his own blood-stained footprints.

a friend texted him this location, pleading for help. let's not break this down; it's sae. oh sae. of course he would be there in a heartbeat though little does he know, there was never a friend of his. dear god, his mother at home is praying, every day, to the lord they never believe in that he will never die a hero. fortunately, as insane as it sounds, the lord listens to her prayers.

heavent sent lee bona.

the instance their eyes lock, sae cannot look nor run away. feels like a mountain is pinning him down, suffocating him, and crushing his poor heart. with the unfolding events before him, man doesn't even know where to start. should he listen to her and escape, or should he ask how has she been, after all this time?

"i can't." he replies to her command, voice strained. "shit, bona," the way he calls the hero's real name sounds personal, like he knows her so well. his eyes, widened in disbelief, dart between her and the lifeless body on the ground. eventually, the man lets out a heavy sigh, pulling off his hoodie, and moves again after a temporary paralysis.

in the end, he decides not to follow any rational thinking his brain proposed. instead, his heart. "let's deal with this together."

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pouring thoughts

red light lane, west side with @dxjiha ( tw: blood )

always wandering around red light lane and looking for trouble—that was the way he lived.

it was a rarity, perhaps only once in a blue moon that oh sae shrugged off the burdens on his shoulders and pushed open one of these doors. though even then, he found it meaningless. the hookup culture, the hypnotic sway of exposed bodies, and a wave of uneasiness that swept over him the moment sae felt someone's warmth against his body; he loathed all of those.

yeah. he wasn't fond of flesh and desire. hence, aside from trouble, there was nothing for him to seek here. not friends, not intimacy, not any sort of connections that sprouted from a human's fundamental need for love and belonging. so why, with a fresh cut still oozing on his left cheek, and half a glass of alcohol in hand, was he seated alone at the bar, initiating a conversation with a stranger?

because he was still human after all. even if every so often, he was certain that humanity viewed creatures within the walls as nothing more than monsters. especially the likes like him.

the guy's face was a vivid shade of crimson, his cheeks flushed and almost glowing from a combination of alcohol and agitation. where the cut was, it was raw and bleeding. a fresh bruise formed around his jaw, a darkening mark contrasting sharply with his red skin. his wounds told a story.

"i..." he started, his voice barely above a whisper, as if the guy wasn’t entirely aware he was voicing his thoughts to a stranger across the bar. "i don't know why it feels good but bad at the same time."

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henlo, i'm bee 🐝 (22, she/her, gmt+) and i'm so excited to be here as a big fan of the boys and district x's setting !! today i bring oh sae to the table, an antihero and a criminal who punishes criminals. that said, his sense of what's right or wrong is ambiguous and his golden heart is kinda twisted. i have so many plans for him so i'd love to write with every single one of u, please like this post and i'll jump to ur inbox first! but i'll eventually reach out to everyone soon hehe (˶´ ˘ `˶) here's his profile (warning: wall of text) and i do have a plots page if u r interested! below is a quick summary of sae and some plot ideas, but i'm a girlie that loves brainstorming more sooo enjoy ur stay! it's midnight here so i'm off to bed now zzz

summary

26 y/o, manager at toast & coffee 24-hour diner and has a very tight bond with the restaurant's owner

born & raised in district x, middle-class family

lives with mom, dad's in jail. has a bad relationship with them 'cause they hid dad's criminal background from him and his dumbass believed them for 14 years

( tw: murder ) his power manifested when the criminals invaded their home and sae murdered them when he was 14. dad took the blame and went to the detention center

has always wanted to be the type of nice, kind-hearted marvel heroes but his hatred for criminals is too much that it turned him into a violent dude

still applied to the pinnacle institute at 20 'cause he wanted to fight criminals in daylight. was the last one on the acceptance list, tried so hard to pass his classes only to be expelled from attacking his bully

fed up with everything, decided to go on his own path and beat criminals in his own style. slowly, his moral compass became broken and he became what he hated the most: a criminal. but they pay him good, so why not?

tidbits:

in between jobs, he often patrols nearby areas to keep an eye on any criminal he sees. he's always in the mood to kick some ass because punishing them guys is a hobby now. that's how he's the "batman of red lane"

would blow up their heads for entertainment

the type to crack bad jokes with a straight face. he isn't cold like his demeanor, he actually enjoys chatting and being goofy but keeps his distance. he makes sure the wall he puts up is visible without the need to mention

because he's a criminal and sometimes a monster, peeps would assume that he's selfish and irresponsible. in fact, he's very committed to whatever he's tasked with and u can always rely on him.

"i got promoted for a reason, dummy."

sometimes would intentionally explode random stuff to scare his buddies off. he thinks it's funny

moved on from whatever complicated relationship he has with his parents but the wall is there. can't act like they didn't give him trust issues

is under nepa's radar and he's aware of that

gets away with committing crimes because whoever paid him to do the jobs usually takes care of the aftermath as part of the deal

enjoys helping people. some are shocked to see him helping a grandma cross the street

after being expelled from the institute, sae doesn't plan his future anymore. prefers to go with the flow. right now, he's just tryna see if he could make it until 30

plot ideas (some will be taken from my plots page!)

partner in crime, criminal buddies, or supporters in general because he can't make genuine friends with his way of living... he's lonely yall

or "friends" who are very wary of this friendship it's fun too like u are teasing him then stop midway because who knows what if he blows ur head off next

rivals/enemies! sae's easily anyone's rival LMAO. u could hate his moral compass / think he's fked up / hate antihero tropes or he probably did something bad to u or the people u know

someone who thinks he's just a trashy criminal tryna play the hero game

encounter with the batman of red lane while he's on the nobody-asked-him-to patrol

n.e.p.a agents who try to recruit/trick him because his power would be useful for their experiments. he's going to be very sus of every agent he meets let's see what will ur muse bring

frequents at toast & coffee. he's very nice to his customers so u can puke on the floor and he will clean it up for up

pinnacle institute classmates! friends, foes, study buddies, crushes, people who know the truth about his expel and actually feel bad for him

i'm also a sucker for neighbor plots 🤲

just some basic ideas to get you inspired! let's develop more together

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