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     summer was always best spent outside, where the afternoon zephyr is nice enough to graze the sides of his temples, and wisp away the stray strands of hair that caress the sweaty sides of his features. he lets a hand run through his hazel strands, sitting beneath the beach umbrella, a joja can in hand. he lets his toes dig into the sand, “be careful, hayley. don’t stand out in the sun for too long, you might end up with a sunburn bigger than my grid ball.” he lets out a half hearted chuckle, pushing the joja can into the sand.

     he moves to grab a hand full of sand, attempting to sculpt a sandcastle but fails miserably, “ay, help me out.”     

getting tanned and being beautiful was but some of the items atop her to-do list. only getting up from her position in the sun when she hears alex calling for her, and with a smile she prances over to sit under the big beach umbrella. “i’m sure doctor harvey will have some medicine to soothe my sunburn if it were to happen.” hand moving to toss her blond strands over her shoulder, as she leaned forward to shape the sand. 

“ew, alex! what is that?” her voice heightens in pitch, pointing at a disturbing looking seagull that hovered not too far from where they were, shuffling backwards under the umbrella as she slides herself behind alex. “it looks gross! scare it away, alex.” she demands.

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    hueco mundo was becoming more and more mundane by the second, the panthera lets a growl escape past his lips, a snigger triggering as he lazes back in his seat. he hasn’t seen lord aizen in weeks and there was no excursion in need of him for the time being. he was bored, incredibly bored. cerulean hues resting on the cup before him, chin raising as his gaze narrows, canines peering through the parting of his lips. his gaze lifts to the sudden silhouette that appears in the corner of his peripheral, hues glistening for a moment, “tch. the fuck are you doing out here?” he hasn’t seen stark in weeks either, it was an oddity to see him lurking about the place.

     “ain’t ya got anywhere else to be?” a brow raises, smirk pulling across his features. he couldn’t help but feel a little keen, stark was rank one amongst the espadas, if anything, lord aizen was sure to have handed him some kind of task to the living world. 

stark was already tired but he becomes more tired at the sound of the other’s voice echoing through the chambers. tired eyes and dulled hues, flicker just enough to keep his expression lively and that he didn’t seem like he was dozing off in the face of the other espada. “clearly i don’t and that’s why i’m here.” he speaks, simply. seating himself directly opposite from the panthera, already feeling like he was ready to take another nap but resists, lord aizen had handed him an important request to investigate some source of energy he was feeling from the living world. something about... hues flicker open, he had no recollection of what aizen had asked of him. 

expression changing, a groan leaving him as a hand moves to run down his face. “i think i was meant to go to the world of the living to investigate some... strange energy source lord aizen was sensing.” speaking in between tired hushes. “but i don’t remember the specifics.” great.

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     it was no surprise that ayame would have decided to venture to the sohma house, it had become more a common habit by now that he would. seeing as how welcoming shigure has been in the past few days, he felt as though this could potentially be his second home. he lets out a chuckle at the other’s words, a hand resting on his chest as the other extends outwardly, rather dramatically, “well, it is only natural they treat me as such! i’m gracing them all with my presence.” another chuckle leaving him, this time more boisterous than the last.

     at shigure’s question, ayame couldn’t help but let the grin on his features fade to a disappointed sigh. “it’s not great, i have to be honest. i’ve been trying to get yuki to visit my store, but hatori insists that it’s something he wouldn’t be interested in.” fingers come to massage at his temples, “it’s difficult to know what that boy is thinking, i just hope he’ll find it in his heart to treat me like the great brother that i am.” his tone slightly more uplifting this time.

shigure couldn’t help but let a chuckle leave from his lips, his fan coming to shield her teethy grin. the boisterous male seemed like the complete opposite of his younger brother, and much to the younger’s chagrin, ayame seemed to be doing quite well with handling the situation at hand. if he still had the will power to act as optimistically as this, then surely, he had some prowess over the disaster he self-deemed a world ending problem. 

“well, have you tried asking yuki himself?” the question seemed obvious enough, but sometimes the most obvious questions were the ones that would go under the radar. deemed too confrontational perhaps.”does he know you feel this way? a good place to start could be by speaking to the boy himself. you know, ayame... sometimes you play out these scenarios in your mind that aren’t always what they seem to be. try to be more direct with yuki.” he adds, trying to be somewhat of help.

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     the voice alone runs shivers down his spine as he jolts up from his seat, already feeling the oncoming dread sinking into the pits of his stomach. he’s sure that his features have lost their colour, as palms come to slam on the living room table, hastily getting up from his position but it’s too late. all too late, when he feels her arms around his neck as she looms over his shoulders. “get off of me, will ya?!” he retorts, complaining through the annoyance that seeps through his teeth.

     her sudden exclamation catches him off guard, hues widen for a moment and curiosity laces his features only to fall to a deadpan when she presents to him the chocolate heart, “ugh, i hate chocolate! get this out of my fa—” he pauses right as she finishes, a slight whimper leaving from his twitching corners, “you got some nerve… coming here and making me eat ya damned chocolate.” he grabs the chocolate heart, “what the hell are you doing here anyway?”

ignoring his stupid requests, kagura clings onto his shoulders, only leaving when she moves to retrieve the chocolate from her small bag. upon hearing the other’s protests, brows move to knit, a hand raising, nearing his features just close enough to give him an energetic wack to the head. “how dare you speak to me that way, kyo!” she’s screaming now, voice raising just high enough that she feels the sides of her ears peak red from the anger and disappointment. only settling when she hears him speak again, hands coming to rest in front of her, intertwined. “i came to see you, silly.” she speaks with a warming smile.

“and to give you this chocolate. i made it myself, kyo kyo!” she also wanted to invite him to trek in the mountains for a few days, it’d make for some good training... an excuse to hangout with her favourite zodiac! “are you busy tomorrow, kyo kyo?” pushing the chocolate in his hand up to his mouth.

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saki stared asbentmindedly at the group of fangirls flocking around yuki, trying to surround him as if they were planning to swallow him whole. or something. kind of like a group of vultures hunting for their prey. it was simultaneously hilarious to see, but also quite sad. for humans to stoop so low. it was interesting to watch regardless. it was curious how the students blinded by their adoration couldn’t see just how annoyed the prince was. he had a frown on his lips, and his eyebrows were furrowed. he kept glancing around as if trying to search for an escape. he was uncomfortable. maybe they should intervene. she could send in some bad vibrations. that always scared people off. he was important to tohru-kun after all.

her attention was easily distrated by arisa, turning to look at her friend, raising a slight eyebrow. saki stayed silent, offering a shrug of her shoulder, glancing at the scene before them, her lips pressing together into a firm line when she caught the fangirls talking about their best friend in slight. how annoying. she reached out to tug at the bottom of arisa’s skirt, quietly telling her to stay silent as she stood up, and offered one of her best, unnerving smiles. “you should all stop speaking of our friend whenever she isn’t around. we all know how impolite it is to talk to people behind their backs.” she grinned now, and tucked a long piece of hair behind her ear, cocking her head to the side now, letting her eyes narrow, “you should all learn to keep your mouths shut. tohru-kun is our best friend, and yuki-kun is her friend. if you don’t want any bad vibrations, you all better back off if you don’t want something devastating happening to you or your family.”

the tug on her skirt, receives an immediate inhale, backing away from the table. taking a moment to regain her sanity as she stood towering over the girl, as saki spoke to them. saki was awfully menacing, despite the calm exterior she was incredibly frightening with the same tenacity as the yankee herself. the words that left saki, pulls a satisfying smirk across her face, leaning in again, letting her knuckle rest on the edge of the table this time, blond strands falling to barricade the side of her features, “and if that doesn’t scare you... i’ll have something else that will.” her hushed voice, albeit low, were no empty threats. 

it’s become a lot harder to protect tohru, now that she has become so close with the prince. it also doesn’t help that he’s the most popular guy in school, making all the girls swoon and sometimes, even the boys swoon. an oddity that arisa doesn’t question but with tohru being so fragile and kind hearted, it was hard to leave her to fend for herself against these vulture fangirls. she lifts her balled up fists from the table, slumping back in her chair again, feeling the weight of her locks sway behind her, as she moves to cross her legs, arms come to fold before her. “vultures. all of them.” rolling her eyes, as she turns to saki, “it’s hard to believe that the prince has to deal with this on a daily basis.” hah. crazy. “you know, i’ve been thinking about getting tohru something. she’s been looking down lately but she insists on everything being alright.” arisa shrugs, knowing full there was a hidden reason behind her best friend’s words.

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steven rolled his eyes. really, can they ever just shut up? it seems like every time he stumbles upon a new bad guy, they always were all talk, and tended to bore him straight out of his mind. maybe it was time to retire as a trainer, after all, he was no longer champion, he really wasn’t needed when may was around, and wally as well. there were so many better trainers ready to take up the mantle and prove themselves. “you really talk too much sometimes. i was a champion for a long time. i don’t think you should talk so freely.”

his smile turns wicked as he stepped forward and reached out for his poke belt, reaching out for one of his pokeballs, head tilting to the side, “why don’t we see who doesn’t stand a chance?”

amusement masked by impassivity, as empty eyes stare back at the other. “you’re prioritising this battle and not the safety of your citizens above ground? interesting.” monotony fuelling her tone, voice too plastered by a single note that it was hard to spot any sense of emotion within her. she doesn’t move to retrieve her pokeballs, instead she eyes the former champion, “very well. before we begin, perhaps you’d first like to see what you’ll be facing before you go ahead and get too cocky with yourself, former champion.” a hand moves to gesture the other deeper into the caverns, where their illustrious leader had left a beta version of his fire breathing mechanical pokemon. 

“and if you still decide to face me after this, then i shall initiate the first phase of the plan.” after all, it was only fair that the former champion got to see what he was missing out on above ground. 

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shigure was known for his dramatics. put ayame beside him, and they’re an unstoppable duo. hatori can’t even remember how they became best friends, but from an outsider, they truly were an odd group of friends. hatori was quiet and pragmatic, always standing tall, and a little bit to the back, letting the other two shine. 

he was a man of little words and didn’t like to talk much unless he had to. maybe that was why they got along so well. they managed to bring out the best quality of the other, and in the same time maintain a somewhat healthy friendship. now, if shigure called for help, he knew that most of the time it was a ruse. he’s always quick to hang up the phone or direct the conversation to an other topic. most of hte time, he can’t even fanthom how he ended up with two dramatic best friends. maybe he had just bad taste in friends. it would be something to consider. “shigure…” he muttered softly, rolling his eyes rather fondly despite how the other male was sounding like a dying, wheezing whale on the other side of the line, taking in a deep breath. 

“you know, you can always just make an excuse about coming to the doctor’s office instead of being all dramatic and acting as if you caught the plague… but i’ll come over. i have nothing better to do. thank you for the invite, shigure-chan.”

as he hears hatori speak, shigure couldn’t help but let a sigh of relief leave from his lips, brows arching downwards in satisfaction, a sheepish grin pulling across his features. he was expecting to have his phone call hung up upon within the first three seconds of calling, but to his surprise his little act of dying worked. perhaps, hatori did have a heart after all. perhaps, he really did care about shigure, as much as he acted like a heartless killer doctor, shigure knew deep down that he cared. but as the other continues, shigure can’t help but let his sheepish grin morph into a defined smirk, “what excuse? i have absolutely no idea where you could’ve came up with that?” feigning innocence as he lets out a weak chuckle. “i’ll see you soon, hatori.” he coos gently, still attempting to put up his act.

upon the other’s arrival, shigure is quick to act sick. head in hands as he topples over the table in the living room, a groan leaving him, making sure that hatori saw and heard the agony he was experiencing. “oh, the pain hatori! the pain! it’s too much!” 

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penny was used to her mother’s antics.for the longest time, it was embarrassing to watch her drink her mind stupid. it wasn’t as if it was a secret, the whole village knew. she had wished that her mom tried to change, though. maybe it would have made her feel better knowing her mother knew about her faults, and wanted to be different. still, nearly every time she walked into their trailer home, among all things, she could smell the heavy scent of alcohol. it was almost as if each furniture permeated the scent, and penny hated it. she didn’t have any say though. for the longest time, it was what it was. 

it didn’t mean she didn’t love her mother. she did. she just wished she could have done something to help instead of sit and watch with disdain. there had to be anything better than that. sometimes, she felt like she had failed as a daughter. family stuck together, didn’t they? and penny had spent nearly all her teen years hating her mother for whom she had become. maybe it was time to change that no matter what bad habits the older female had. penny swallowed when she heard her mother call her and she carefully made her way towards her, eyes taking in her form, and hand reaching out to help her up with a slight smile, “mother… why didn’t you stop drinking like you said you would?”

no matter how hard pam tried to move past this big hurdle, the one she had with alcoholism and her insatiable addiction to its burn, she couldn’t stop. sobering up now, seemed like such a far away dream. she wanted to do better, and no matter how hard she would try... it was hard to beat what had become a habit for the past decade or so. perhaps, its been even longer, it’s hard to tell with the age she’s accumulated by now. 

a hiccup leaves from her lips, head feeling heavy with an especially gloomy haze over her vision. “don’t you dare lecture me about my life, you ungrateful child!” she’s yelling back with the same vigour of a gorilla on crack. her voice is thundering, loud enough that she could feel the walls of the trailer rattle. the sound of rain against their metal roof doesn’t help with the gloomy ambience. “get me some water, i can hardly feel my own face.” she’s complaining now, all from her own doing. this was no fault but of her own. “i give you a roof over your head and this is how you treat me... unbelievable.” she continues muttering under her drunken breath, a hand moving to massage at her temples, groaning.

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yuki never truly understood why he had a fan club. if he was honest, it was a tad bit embarrassing. he took it in stride though, and he knew kindness propagated kindness. so- he would never be mean to people who looked up to him and idolized him even if he didn’t like the attention that was given to him. it came to no surprise that wherever he went, his fan club would follow him around. it was fine. it was a bit ironic that the people who liked him the most were the people yuki wished stopped looking at him. 

it was fine. it was always fine. 

the teen looked up from the rice ball he was eating, it was soft and chewy, and call him boring, but rice was always delicious. yuki wasn’t a picky eater, not like kyo, or the other members of the sohma family, so he could enjoy the simplicity of plain rice and seaweed. he highly doubted that the council wanted to talk to him, but it wasn’t as if he could out right reject her. he was a coward, hiding his meanness behind fake kindness, always so selfish. 

“all right. lead me the way, matoko-san.”

prince yuki was the most handsome boy in school, he was also the smartest and most kind. the way his strands fell and the way he carried himself with the same poise and elegance as the modern day prince — yuki was rightfully dubbed as the prince of kaibara municipal high school. the picturesque image of a flawless individual, so graceful that it hurt just having to see him speak to another girl. the jealousy was all too much for her to handle, but this was the perfect opportunity to have the prince alone, and to accommodate him to the next student council meeting. some time alone with the prince.

she’s nervously fidgeting with her fingers, as they twirl in front of her, a quick nod accommodated by a slight smile that pulls at her lips. turning, only to lead the prince back into the hallway. she could feel the glares coming from the girls in the classroom, but it made her all the more arrogant with the way she carried herself, her hand becomes more confident, flicking away her black strands of hair behind her. “j-just this way.” she’s stuttering again, once they’re in the hallway alone. “how has preparing the f-festival been, prince yuki?” she doesn’t really care about the stupid festival, but what she does care about... is prince yuki and his opinions. “i trust that the festival will be in good hands?” a smile pulling onto her features.

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toshiro felt completely naked and bare without his zanpakuto spirit. he felt lost. a feeling akin to when he had lost momo, and couldn’t find her. it had left him feeling bereft and empty. it was similar to what he was feeling now. he had gotten used to having his zanpakuto with him. it was a constant, a presence he could feel and reach out to, and he knew that his companion was always beside him, ready to offer him his help and guidance. 

he had hoped he would be able to get his friend back without violence. if toshiro was honest, he hadn’t ever fathomed the possibility of having to fight his sword spirit. could he even win such a fight? would hyorinmaru be happier without him weighing him down? there were so many questions, and the captain hadn’t had the answers for any of them. 

“toshiro hitsugaya.” he stated simply at the question, hesitating as he reached out for his sword, voice quieting, “you were my friend and partner.”

a look of scepticism moves across his features as the other spoke about some nonsense of being his friend and partner. scepticism turns into a look of arrogance, his gaze narrowing on the child before him. “no, it’s impossible for a child to be my master.” words that roll off his tongue so nonchalantly, there was no way. with the power that he possessed, the ability to unleash bankai and the elemental prowess he had with hyorinmaru... it was impossible for a mere child to yield. but his memory is hazy, hazy enough that he was willing to slaughter any and all soul reapers who stood in his way of finding his true master.

hyorinmaru turns away from the soul reaper, without a single word leaving him, deeming his opponent far too weak to put up a satisfactory fight. “you are far too weak.” turning back for a moment, only to speak such blunt words.

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hitsugaya was one of the captains quick to accept the mission that was protecting karakura town along with its inhabitants. that included substitute soul reaper ichigo and his friends. what about it? toshiro did have quite a lot of respect for the teen who came storming in sereitei to save his friend, kuchiki-san. in many ways, he was what the young captain strived to be, but he wouldn’t admit it. it would stroke the strawberry top’s ego too much. and hitsugaya did not want to see that smirk being sent his way. it sent shudders to his spine. 

he had an other reason for accepting the mission though. something darker. he wanted to hurt the one who hurted his friend. toshiro could recalls vividly the expression on rangiku’s face when she told him about gin betrayal, the tears in her eyes- toshiro was livid. no one hurted what was his, what he swore to protect. she was in his squadron, his second in command, and no one hurt those who were dear to him. he wanted to make gin bleed for the damage he had caused. he hated the man in front of him. 

“i’m not letting you go anywhere. if you want to move forward, you must face me.”

tight crescents, and a slither of a smile tugging at his lips. the same jovial smile resting on his features, highly amused by the situation. he takes a step forward, hands masked by the long sleeve of his new attire, leaving the captains uniform behind. a small price to pay. gin chooses to not draw his blade, not yet at least. he lets the smile on his lips pull more menacingly as the other captain speaks, “you’re awfully loyal to the head captain aren’t you?” hissing in between his teeth, “will you risk your life to protect ichigo kurosaki’s friend?” he takes another step, his head tilting to the side.

seeing captain hitsugaya leaves a slight taint in his soul, a great reminder of the other’s lieutenant, the one he had betrayed alongside everyone else, after having promised her everything he had. his facade drops for a moment, his lips fall downwards for a single second before they resume their usual smirk. “now, now captain. there is no need to risk your life for something so insignificant now, is there? don’t you have bigger fish to fry.” gin was but a pawn in this game that aizen had set out, and he knew full well of his position, though, too careless to play out a riot on his end. gin was going to watch this play out, watch it all unfold and watch the world burn before him. “this is your final warning, captain hitsugaya.” his tone is even lighter, mockingly. 

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from → aito      for → kai & shin — @subcru & @tsuncte

aito was pretty sure that this day could absolutely not get any worse. he had already woke up late for class. having stayed up late to work on a project, his usually wake up ritual did not work. he always had his phone charging near his side on the bed so it could wake him up with its vibrations. and because he had stayed up the prior night trying to render environments and fit it all in the 8 bit asthetic he was obsessed with, he slept passed it, and woke up late. he didn’t eat, which made him grumpy, and he hadn’t had his morning cup of coffee which was just sad. 

so he came to class late, and wasn’t able to submit his project on time. he was going to lose ten percent for submitting it after class instead of before, and even though it was just a small amount deducted, it was enough to sour aito’s mood further. to make it worse, when he had scrambled out of the morning class wearing his favourite comfy sweater that always brightened up his mood- it was shin’s, and it was soft and a bit frayed at the bottom, but not too much to be noticeable, and it was baby blue. how couldn’t you like baby blue? it was almost as superior as baby pink. aito liked to think shin didn’t notice his clothes disappearing, after all it was so long ago when they were growing up, but from the glances he got whenever he walked down the hallways wearing one of his burrowed tee’s, he was pretty sure the older male saw and didn’t care. that was good enough for the younger art student to happily keep his stolen loot.

back to the matter at hand. aito had zoomed out after class to grab some comforting hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and marhsmallows so he could go back to his dorm and sulk in peace, thank you very much, but it seemed that today truly wasn’t his day. maybe he had angered the gods in some way? 

he cradled the precious drink between his palms as he quietly, and carefully made his way through the hallways to get back to his room, trying his best to avoid as many people as possible, but clearly he wasn’t paying enough attention to his surroundings because the next thing he knew, he was being shoved against the nearest wall, and his hot chocolate was pushed onto his chest, and aito could barely register the scalding burning sensation that was slowly seeping to his skin as all he could think about was how his favourite sweater was stained and he really couldn’t have nice things in life, couldn’t he?

and now he was tearing up. embarrassing. 

kaiser had spent the entirety of the day thus far within the confines of the boxing club’s training grounds. beads of sweat forming at the heights of his temples, his neck equally drenched as the shirt that clung to his shoulders pasted to his frame. digits running along the fringe that would falter at his forefinger, swiftly pinning them back. he moves to rest a thick tissue on the nape of his neck, allowing it to sit there until he manages to get his way through to the showers. the members have all began to take turns, some already leaving for class whilst other’s were on their way home for a much needed break. 

upon exiting the boxing club, he hears a commotion to the left of the hallway, a hand pushing the door opened only to have the bag that had been slung across his shoulders fall to the nook of his elbow. a member behind him, having pushed the door open a little wider, allowing for more to exit. though none of which were brave enough to shove him aside, despite the amount of space he took up by the door. the bag drops to his feet, and he’s already moving to pull up the sleeves of his jumper, an attire all too black that adorned at his frame. his sleeves were pushed up to their elbows, brows furrowing as he could already feel the anger boiling over. obsidian hues and charred veins that fuelled the sudden sanguine tint that bleeds over his vision. though, he pulls his composure together, just long enough to land a closed fist, tensed so firmly that his fingers were digging into his palm. it lands just beside aito’s neck, before turning back to the culprit. hues so narrowed, so darkened by their dulled resolve that kaiser can’t help but let out a suppressed grunt, “what the fuck. do you think. you’re doing?” he speaks slow, any faster and he would find himself at odds with the gods, fighting them for a cause. 

he turns back to aito, seeing the tears at the brim of his hues, this only fastens the process of seeing red. his fist drops limply to his side, as he takes a few steps forward, facing the culprit before him. his gaze is firm, it remains unfazed for a moment before his head is tilted to the side. impulsivity beckoning at his limps as he reaches out in one swift move, gripping tightly onto the culprits collar, his grip so unyielding that he could feel the other’s collar cutting into their neck flesh. this only elicits a condescending smirk that lathers his features, his other hand pulls back and in that moment, he truly sees red. a vision so tainted that before he could pull his composure together again, he strikes with the tenacity of the boxing club captain. his grip loosening, only letting the culprit flail to the floor when kaiser feels the numbness in his knuckles. he moves to squat down to meet with the other, “what the fuck do you think you’re dong?” he repeats, this time calmer than before, a hand reaching for their collar again.

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"did you really think you could win, former champion?” her features remained impassive, unmoving were the nerves that graced her brows and corners. hues twinkling, only enough to let the certain doom of her opponents sink in. “perhaps you’ve forgotten who i am.” she takes a steps back, initiates team magma’s greeting pose, “i am admin courtney of team magma.” her voice monotonous but with enough timbre the subtle hints of a sprightly admin evident in the iridescent glaze of her lavender hues.

“you cannot win, former champion. for our leader maxie has already initiated the final phase of the mission. you do not stand a chance.” 

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»»—𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑  ✕ 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 & 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘—«« ( 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐘𝐑𝐔𝐒 ) ✕ @tsuncte & @alifcr​​​

team galactic’s laboratories were in the process of being built to their optimum form, the walls of the underground lair, durable enough to withstand groudon’s fire blast. they’ve managed to craft a carefully planned robotics that resembled the build of groudon, if they weren’t able to release the legendary’s true form, the next best thing would be to build one. they were in their final steps.

cyrus decides that today would be a good day to gain some valuable experience in controlling the mechanic groudon. above ground, he allows it to wreck havoc on the small town by the seaside. what better way to test out his masterpiece than to take some lives on the way to victory? a smirk pulling across his features, cerulean strands pushed back by the zephyr of the ocean, the salted breeze slicking back his tousled hair. “find me your strongest trainer.” he demands from the town. “or let this town burn to ashes.” the metal groudon setting the town ablaze as he spoke.

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»»—𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑  ✕ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐇𝐌𝐀—«« ( 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐇𝐌𝐀 ) ✕ @tsuncte​​​​

ayame was staying over at the sohma house, much to the children’s displeasure. the groaning and complaints that follow were almost unbearable. chatter that became an overwhelming whirlwind of a pounding headache and tired sighs. “oh, ayame... i’m glad you’re here but look at all the fans you have riled up.” he lets out a chuckle, shaking his head slightly, his thumb pressing against his cheek and his nose rests against the crook of his forefinger. “you have to stop messing with the children, ayame.” his tone is teasing, though without the young sohma’s around it was always much more tranquil. 

he pours the tea from the clay pot, offering the other a cup as he slides over the surface of the wooden table. “so, how’s you and yuki?”

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»»—𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑  ✕ 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐇𝐌𝐀—«« ( 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐇𝐌𝐀 ) ✕ @alifcr​​​​

the sohma house seems emptier now that most of the young ones have gone to school, the silence that follows from the rattled footsteps out of the front door ceases alongside the troublesome chatter of bickering and quarrelling, by now, the angry ambience that he has grown used to. 

he calls into the main house, claiming ill, “hatori, i feel a cold coming on and my vision is blurring, i think i may have caught something deadly.” he wails over the phone, his editor hot on his trail with her pleading and tears, humouring his ever growing sadistic persona. he feigns an ill grumble in between swollen lips from eating freshly cut chilly. it was to give truth to the contagious sickness he was attempting to portray to his editor. “come quickly, hatori! i can feel the darkness caving in.” dramatics bleeding into his veins, and he no longer knew the greys of reality and that of fiction. his own works blazing alight with a newfound passion.

”quickly now...” his tone changing, before a subtle clearing of his throat, his wailing continues, eyes closed shut, crinkles forming at their tails, selling the image of death through the phone.

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»»—𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑  ✕ 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘—«« ( 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐀𝐌 ) ✕ @alifcr​​

in a drunken haze, she could swear that the world was crashing down on her. the confines of the room squeezing in, the bubble in her throat growing bigger as she finds it slowly devouring her whole. a vision obstructed by a smokey screen of pixels, she lets out a groan, one that aches the knots of her back. a knuckle coming to press at her sides, the rain outside was pouring though she could only make out the slight pitter patter against the metal roof of their caravan. the sounds of her migraine drowning out the ambience of the rain, she lets out a low grumble, anymore and it would sound like vicious growl.

she hears footsteps, enough to catch her alert but the haze before her slows down her reaction. she tilts to the side, tumbling over altogether, a shoulder colliding with the built in couch beneath. she lets out another grumble, this time truly a growl guised by slight pain. “penny!” she’s yelling now, “get your ass out here and help me back up!” she lets a slight ugh, disgust evident in her tone, not at her daughter but rather at herself. it was misleading at best.