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HOT BOY SUMMER: Too Hot to Handle!

"...we don't look like a boy band together do we?"

"...this guy makes me feel uncomfortable for some reason..." Someone call the Enforcers!

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My Crew is uh, cooking among other things-

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"...rust concerns aside, I don't think it would be common skill for a sword to have. As for the size, wouldn't you mainly be using it? The bigger the pool, the more there is to clean and more effort to keep it's upkeep."

"...."

"Sengo-san you're a genius!" Yeah it's obvious she never thought about that. "That means we could possibly ask them for one! A big one!! Maybe a diving board? ....Do you guys even know how to swim..."

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"Why would they care? Wouldn't that simply fall under your living expenses as a Saniwa? Isn't there a section for leasure or miscenallous expenses if you have to itemize your expenses for reports?"

"Do you think the Government of Time will dock my pay if I install a pool int he Honmaru??"

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"...so many timelines happen where Sakura suffers in silence. Her darkness even gets used by All the World's Evils, Angiya Manyu...so many times Rin and I failed to reach her, to save her...having to kill her even. Totured by her. Even dying to save her." His broken and battered body bore witness to what the WORLD showed him as he stood before it, ready to make a contract with it.

"...I can wish for a world without pain or where no one cries, that ideal is impossibly beautiful. I'd wish to be her Superhero, but I'm a terrible magus. They're so much better than me, that there an even timelines were goddess fine them fitting vessels to use...their suffering is a testament to their strength as not just mages or women, but as people in general." He held the pendant Rin has used that fateful night to revive him. He touched the bandages Sakura had used to care for a wound he recieved training earlier in the week.

"...How can be a Hero of Justice when I cant save those closest to me? Or even save myself for burdening others with my weakness? Illya...Taiga...even Saber had to deal with so much when it comes to me. They're all strong in their own ways as well. My old man may have wanted me to avoid beving a magus, but even with magecraft, his dream doesn't seem reachable by someone stubborn like me." His blood was mixed with swords at this point, his sword elemental clear as day.

"...I'll be their sword this time. I'll face all their despair and suffering, unflinching in my resolve. Let this body of mine become a sword that can cleave fate itself. Their love, their anger and all of their sorrows, may my heart of glass shatter and be refored in the Hellish flames of humanity's despair, make me into a Iron Wrought Hero. I'll become a Hero of Justice and face all the evils of the World, clean up as many of huamnity's messes I can. Since if it means any world can be a place where Sakura and people like her can be happy, fighting until the world ends would be worth it."

break my muse.

Sakura knew his dream was to be a hero, that he dreamed of protecting those who couldn't protect themselves.

She also knew she was a bad person and didn't deserve to be loved by this man, yet even still she found herself wanting him.

Yearning for him.

It's not fair.

It's not fair that she loves him and he chooses someone else, something else. She knew, knew better than anyone that he would always choose that dream that was bestowed upon him like a burden yet she wanted, prayed, pleaded for him to choose her even if it was only silently.

Just once , she wanted him to choose her, not because she was in danger or needed to be saved. Not because she was a monster and only his love could calm her , but because he liked her enough to find a way to let her fit into his dream.

"Why ...."

Sakura doesn't want to see this, doesn't want to witness the start of his self destructive road all over again.

On some level she knew,she knew that the red clad servant was a variant of shirou.

He may not be her shirou, may not have fallen in love with her but she loves him unconditionally.

In every life, in every iteration, in all versions of them some part of her would be his even if he never wanted it. Even if he never loves her like she loves him .

Her tears stain the floor and the blood paints her hands, her body-, her skin a deep shade of red.

" why are you showing me this...."

She loved this boy, maybe not at first, maybe her anger and bitterness made her simply stay beside him just to watch as he struggled but she adores him.

Would have followed him to hell if he asked.

Sakura matou didn't want a peaceful world if shirou wasn't willingly with her, wasn't beside her.

What used for peace did she have if those she loved, lived for had all but left her ?

Again, and again he chooses to be a hero, when all she has wanted was shirou even if that means hardship and hell.

"I beg of you.....stop .....stop showing me this "

He may care about her but she was not his first priority, and she knew that. Accepted that but, she fight to change that.

The grail moved almost as if it mourned with her, and maybe just maybe it pitys her.

A foolish girl in love with a hero who is all but given himself to suffering.

Maybe, if she holds on long enough he'll be able to kill her and this will be the end, maybe if she holds on to her decaying sanity she can die in his arms.

Maybe she can be given just this small peace.

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"...Jade said Firefly's life had no worth or value to exchange for anything? Is it because of her illness? Hmm. The IPC does seem to like me...maybe I can offer my life in exchange instead for what she wanted?"He pulled his phone to scroll through the pictures they took during Penacony.

"...Kafka did say to make choices I wouldn't regret. I don't remeber much of the time I spent with them before joining the Astral Express and becoming a Nameless. Though honestly? I don't need to know or care about how much is apart of Elio's script. If it doesn't say anything about Firefly finding happiness in life...then trading my life in exchange is something I won't regret either." He's heading toward her shop...!

break my muse.

Elio had warned her, had told her before she was given the next script. It was a warning and a test. A cruel one that was meant to prove his words and her growth.

Her arms wrapped around his larger frame and ran. Ran as fast as her body allowed her without her armor on.

It didn't take long for her to find a space for them, one that was quiet and unoccupied.

Firefly would all but push caelus down before stealing his waist to make him look at her, His face would be gently cupped in her hands as she made him look at her.

" Do not, ever - "

Frustration hit her small frame, the last ember of glamoth did her best to not let her body shake from anxiety or anger. Both things even as she spoke racked her body-

What would they have done to him had she been a moment too late ?

What more of the man she cared about would she lose ?

" ever....put me above yourself....."

In all her life she's only cried after the last battle with the swarm yet she found herself crying for this man that has given up so much of himself. An action he made willingly, a choice she wished he didn't.

He may never remember what they had, who he was to her.

Gently she pressed her forehead against his shoulder because she couldn't take it , couldn't let him see her cry.

Firefly may wish to live, may want so desperately to have a life and be normal but it will never be at the cost of him.

Never at the cost of her trailblazer.

" Don't ever put my life before yours "

Caelus may choose to help her but firefly will always choose his life over hers.

It was why she so willingly took the bomb and flew away, why she allowed herself to be killed in the dream, why even if it means he never remembered what was between them she moved forward.

Because living would mean nothing if it costs him anything.

" ....if ....no...when it comes to me you always put yourself above mine"

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🎤 + Yap about your muse mansion. Which one of your muses are fighting in the back yard with squirt guns and which ones are locking the doors on them? Who's doing the laundry??? Inviting unwanted guests in????

Send 🎤 + a topic for me to record my voice talking about.

Wha-? Trying to make me sound insane, huh? Bet.

@ouroborius

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🎤 + Why not yap about Ichigo? Lol

Send 🎤 + a topic for me to record my voice talking about.

CAP YAPS ABOUT THE GREMLIN DEATHBERRY

@coldheartedflame

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Which power do you attain?

Re-incarnate

You can revive someone whose been killed in the last 3 hours! People who recieved damage to the brain or have lost a limb an hour before dying are the only exceptions to this power. You cannot use this on yourself. This also does apply to inanimate objects that can rot, such as food, flowers, etc. it can be used as many times as you want in a day.

Tagged by: @hollowsing

Tagging: @wrathfuldissonance @taciturnresonance @eightboatgenji @ouroborius +anyone who wants this!

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Send 🎤 + a topic for me to record my voice talking about.

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WHAT POWER DID YOU OBTAIN?!

Re-incarnate

You can revive someone whose been killed in the last 3 hours! People who recieved damage to the brain or have lost a limb an hour before dying are the only exceptions to this power. You cannot use this on yourself. This also does apply to inanimate objects that can rot, such as food, flowers, etc. it can be used as many times as you want in a day.

Tagged by: No one! Tagging: @kycmu (Rover) @uraharashouten @everemore @qatakami @nxmelessfighter @zantedeschia-praesul @kowaindar0u @rukia-kuchiki-divided @lanzadxr-verde @orological @neverxalone @yxngrou @spaceship-travels-universes @sparklytimebun (Soma)

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Gran’s heart thumped with a mix of anticipation and pride as Fei-Xiao’s smirk widened, her words carrying a challenge that only fueled his resolve. Her comparison to younger generals didn’t sting; if anything, it felt like a nod to his potential, a spark that reminded him of the countless times he’d faced impossible odds with his crew. The observation deck’s faint hum seemed to fade as he focused on her, the vast cosmos beyond the viewport a silent witness to the pact forming between them.

“Not easy, huh?” Gran echoed, his grin sharpening with a playful edge as he straightened in his seat. “Good. Easy’s boring. I’ve tangled with primal beasts and gods—light-augmented martial arts can’t be that much tougher, right?” His tone was teasing, but the glint in his blue eyes showed he knew exactly what he was signing up for. Fei-Xiao’s power wasn’t just skill; it was something deeper, tied to the fire he’d seen in her gaze. He wanted to learn it, not just to keep up, but to stand as her equal in whatever battles lay ahead.

“Basics sound like a solid start,” he said, nodding. “I’ve got a knack for picking up new tricks!”

Fei-xiao couldn't help but be impressed by his enthusiasm and determination. It reminded her of younger generals just beginning their journeys.

Her smirk grew wider as he asked about her techniques.

"My techniques involve harnessing the power of light to augment my martial arts. It's not an easy skill to master."

She paused, considering for a moment.

"But if you're a quick learner, I don't see why I can't teach you some basics."

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"That one Muscle Cafe place in Kanakura Town had the someone, maybe the owner, say you're the prefect image a guy who could put someone in a headlock for fun." Someone seems grumpy over having a fanclub in another world. Ichigo choose not to comment on it through, instead wondering now when was the last time Kensei even had someone romantically? The Meji Era? Was it his business, no, but since they were already talkimg about it, might as well bring it up!

"You're not the only Soul Reaper that changed people's brain chemitrsy when you all were in Kanakura. Rukia, Renji, Rangiku, Ikkaku...hell, I know and heard too many people who were swooning over you guys at first sight." Did Ichigo have names and locations? yes, but Kensei doesn't care about this so wouldn't care to know, right?

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Kensei quietly folds his arms eyeing Ichigo silently, as though looking for something. "Why so interested in that all of a sudden?" the visard-captain frowns thinly. "You don't peg me as the type to be interested in that type of thing."

He casually ignored that information that was provided for him, the seething annoyance build up inside. "I'm sure they have a new obsession to fixate on," Kensei says afterward without missing a beat, without a hint of regret or remorse with his tone laced sarcasm and dryness.

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THERE THEY ARE OFFICERS!

THAT BOOTLEG WALMART XERNAS RUINED SOME SIMULATED UNIVERSE RUNS WITH IT"S BS AND SHOVING ITS WEEDS IN OUR FACES! WE CAN'T EVEN SMOKE THEM! THEY ARE THE WORSE KIND OF WEEDS!

SMITE THEM!!!

Everyone is this picture is S+ spouse material. Killing the big pests? Unrated husbando/waifu/partnerino skillset!

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Why do you stop us from seeking to serve Lord Soma? He must be worshipped and given sacrifices and adored!

Seofon stood before the cluster of anonymous followers, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by an uncharacteristic sternness that seemed to chill the air around them. His seven swords remained sheathed at his belt, yet their latent power radiated from him, a palpable force that pressed against the group like a storm about to break. The area, a dimly lit clearing just outside the bustling port town, felt suffocating, the tension thick enough to paralyze those caught in his cold, unrelenting glare. His green eyes, normally warm and teasing, now burned with a quiet fury as he faced the fervent devotees of Lord Soma.

“Why do you stop us from serving Lord Soma?” one of them had demanded, their voice trembling with zeal. “He must be worshipped, given sacrifices, adored!”

Seofon’s jaw tightened, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “Did your Lord Soma ask for any of this?” he scolded, his tone harsh and unyielding, each word landing like a blow. “Did he come to you, begging for altars, for blood, for your blind adoration? Or are you just piling him onto a pedestal, treating him like he’s something other because of your misguided obsession?”

The followers shrank back, their fervor faltering under the weight of his words. Seofon took a step forward, his presence overwhelming, the sheer force of his will rooting them in place. “You’re not honoring him,” he continued, his voice low but laced with scorn. “You’re turning him into a prize, a trophy to be won. You think showering him with worship will earn you his blessings, his affection, or whatever twisted motive you’ve got buried in your hearts. That’s not devotion. That’s selfishness dressed up as faith.”

He paused, letting the accusation hang in the air, his gaze sweeping over their faces, searching for any sign of understanding. “Soma’s a person,” he said, his voice softening slightly but losing none of its edge. “Not a god, not a prize, not some untouchable being you get to isolate with your reverence. You’re so busy exalting him for his power, his ‘specialness,’ that you’re forgetting he’s got his own thoughts, his own struggles. You’re caging him in a role he didn’t ask for.”

With a brisk flip of his cape, Seofon turned, his silhouette sharp against the fading light of the evening sky. He glanced over his shoulder, his expression still stern but tinged with a flicker of hope that his words might sink in. “If you truly want to honor Soma, do right by him,” he said, his voice carrying a final, commanding weight. “Treat him like a person. Respect his choices, his freedom. Don’t force him into a place of isolation just because you see him as more than others. That’s not love. That’s control.”

Without another word, he walked away, his boots crunching softly on the gravel path, leaving the followers in stunned silence. The air slowly lightened, the oppressive force of his presence lifting, but the sting of his lecture lingered, a challenge to rethink their devotion before it twisted into something that could harm the very one they claimed to adore.

@sparklytimebun for the Soma mention!

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what cycle do you keep repeating

the ghost of you

You’ve learned how to disappear in plain sight. You avoid conflict. You numb out. You scroll, deflect, joke. You disconnect from your own feelings before anyone else can see them. It's not that you don't care — you just don't want to feel it all. Because once you do, what if it floods you? There’s a version of you that feels so distant now — more vibrant, more alive, maybe even more chaotic. You didn’t mean to lose them. You just kept choosing safety, and somewhere along the way, safety became silence.

Tagged by: Fellow Ghosts @ouroborius & @hollowsing

Tagging: @grimmjxw-jaegerjaquez @mezkesmuses (orihime) @re-toji @titaneus @eightboatgenji @eternal-servants-of-old (Anderson) @houndofcu @mcmiji @verusrexed (Caenis) @kinships (izayoi) @brcidablik (Kensei)

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“Oi Kurosaki.” Kensei cracks his knuckles with a looking, dark stare. “Any reason you’re probing into my love life and preferences?”

Tread carefully Ichigo. He means business.

[That ask was the mun OOC but opps-]

"Why else? To know if you're taken already or intrested in that sort of stuff, duh." Ichigo was not intimdated at all, since they can absolutely fight if that's what he was imply with those knuckle cracks. Hell, Zangetsu would would encourage masking up even in their "surprise sparring match" or whatever this would be.

"Speaking of that, if you beat Kenpatchi within an inch of his life, he might date you? Not sure how much the Soul Society cares about Captains dating other Captains or lower. As for the World of the Living? You left behind a few admirers would enjoyed your musvle shirt and combat boots look. Then again, there a few weridos would say they'd let Shinji ruin their lives and thank him for it. So do with that information what you will."

@brcidablik