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june/july catch-all!
Who: falco, shōyō & ammy w/ friends, old and new!
What: just a place to put some closed tls for an undetermined amount of time! i've been megabad at writing open tls lately but would still adore to write something special up just for you! hmu
liberos for a starter or plot with me!
When: june & july for now!
Where: corners of trench!
Content Warnings: check out the headers for their appropriate cws! mentions/description of cannibalism & gore, ghosts, animal abuse, mentions of possession and death.

What: just a place to put some closed tls for an undetermined amount of time! i've been megabad at writing open tls lately but would still adore to write something special up just for you! hmu
When: june & july for now!
Where: corners of trench!
Content Warnings: check out the headers for their appropriate cws! mentions/description of cannibalism & gore, ghosts, animal abuse, mentions of possession and death.
@blue | cw: ghosts, animal abuse, eventual mentions of possession and death
amaterasu would, of course, meet with the apparition; this one had a connection with her. they both follow each other— the wolf, with whines and groans that clearly showed her attempts at communication. her tail wags high, then droops, then so did her pointed ears, folding back as her black lips thinned. something was wrong, and rao was becoming more and more agitated. she could not leave. she was lost. she didn’t know where she was beyond a maddening void that made her lash out— ammy kept close to her, wanting to help her move on dearly and release her from the anchor that kept her earthed in trench. so far from home and so far from the peace she deserved . . .
the more the woman’s phantom raged, the more she twisted and pulled a mask to her face. she would strike the wolf once she’s gained enough solidity, attempt to pin her and unleash her insane barrage upon her—
the most the amaterasu would do, confused, was sprint away from the attempts with folded ears and her tail tucked; a rare sight for a creature that exuded confidence and combat-ready leadership. here, and now, her body says: i am frightened, i do not wish to fight you. she never runs completely, no. only out of range. she would not leave rao in that state. never.
but what does she do, when what she usually relies on doesn’t work? amaterasu lowers her head, paces anxiously and whines, whimpering loudly and consistently between stressful, hastened pants.
“how do i help you?” ]
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Ammy...!
[when the ghost seeks to lash out again, its blow bounces off a faint, honeycombed barrier of Blue's making. while he remains at a distance with his arm outstretched, his omen bounds over to put himself between the wolf and her tormenter.]
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"she is outraged . . . she has every reason to be." ]
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[though the ghost has vanished, Blue is still on-guard, his psionic sense combing the area for sign of her as he approaches the wolf, the extended hand lowering, reaching toward her.]
Are you hurt?
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"nothing that impairs me. her killer has kicked me a time. it fades quite easily." in other words— weak kicks, bro! try harder! "but hear me, 'tis not her fault. she is not in her right mind. we must free her." ]
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now that he's close, he can speak aloud, but...well, he's a Mu, so telepathy comes just as naturally; why stop now?]
Did she wash up as we all did? Or is she an apparition manifested from you directly?
@sasuke | cw: (sasuke’s) living nightmares
had shōyō more time, he would’ve kept going. his chakra focus has gotten an inch of improvement, but it’s not enough for him. he’s teetering on the border of exhaustion by the time he relents for his own health and well-being; he’s been burned and blistered from the tiny chokes of ember he’s managed to blow from his lungs, but most of it was just heat that made his lips tender. he had some time to recuperate and have lunch, all before it was time to jog over to koz orphanage for club meetings (and of course, teaching sasuke the principals of volleyball). it was going to be an exciting day—
“exciting” takes a dreadful turn when shōyō catches sight of something odd, black-scaled and clinging to sasuke’s back when he meanders over from the outer field of the dojo to sit on the wooden bamboo ledges, to treat the superficial harm done with bandages and balms. it causes shōyō’s incoming words to freeze in his throat, choke down, and deep the color from his face gradually.
he’s still there, completely still— and staring right past sasuke, just over his shoulder. the same thing he saw on lazarus. was that the reason why . . . sasuke seemed more tired today? ]
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He knew he looked awful and he was sure that was why Shōyō was staring. He didn't notice he was looking passed him, and he waves a hand as though it would dismiss his concerns entirely somehow. ]
I'm fine. Quit looking at me like that. You probably don't look much better with all those scorch marks.
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I— huh. Sorry—? There was a . . . was . . . [ with a fruitless search already beginning, shoyo steps forth with his bandages and gives sasuke a thorough once over. ] You feeling funny, sensei?
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Just tired. [ It's not 100% honest, but it's as honest as Sasuke has the ability to be about anything related to himself. A quarter-truth at most. ] Why?
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[ maybe he's the one who's tired and anxious? he did just spend of good deal of chakra just trying to puff it out into something resembling. he wants to be sure, but at the same time, shoyo isn't sure how to be. without the thing in sight like it had been, with lazarus, he's left uncertain and wondering if the trick is on his eyes. ]
Maybe I'm just seeing things.
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Hn. Maybe.
[ His hand moves so he can rub at his eyes instead. What he really needs is a full nights rest, but something about it feels dangerous these days. ]
... What did it look like?
cw: the linked image is the ring girl
[ sasuke asked what it looked like, and shoyo responded instantly, with the first thing to come to mind. of course, sasuke doesn't know who sadako yamamura is, so shoyo slips his hand into his pocket to fish for his omni. a quick search on the deernet brings up an image for sasuke, turning it toward him. ]
Except with claws, and oni skin.
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cw for death imagery and talks of murder
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HAHAh...a...this is fine, thanks
i'm ready to inhale
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cw for magical limb loss what
sasuke does sasuke man
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@oikawa
[ it can happen at any moment of the day— remina, the month’s patron pthumerian, isn’t exactly picky when it comes to sharing knowledge among trench’s sleepers. that includes memories. the one that oikawa happens to get, right before his eyes is:
you’re running just about twice the amount the person in front of you is. you’ve just walked through the entry gates of shiratorizawa academy with kageyama tobio right beside you. the campus is huge, and you exclame that with great awe before being nudged to not lose your focus. but there’re horses. the volleyball team has their own bus. both of you lose focus, bouncing about with your arms in the air in a tremendously excited flail. that is— until you find the volleyball court, and push your way into kageyama to see at least something. you see college students. your spine prickles from top to bottom.
ushijima wakatoshi stands in front of the open gym doors, demeaning tobio immediately for applying to the school and getting rejected. we don’t need a setter who won’t serve the ace at this school. oikawa . . . he’s an efficient player. he should have come to our school. oikawa is a setter that can bring out the absolute best of his team— everyone else at aoba josai is weak. seijou is infertile soil.
you stare, with your mouth parted and forgetting to breathe. something in your chest boils silently. you can’t place it. you can’t even think about the why, you simply feel it.
if seijou is infertile, are we concrete or something? you say, out loud and stepping forth— unafraid, intent and challenging, you stare at him until it’s more than uncomfortable. the boiling is hot in your chest and bubbling up your throat. you’re getting upset, angry— but you manage to hold that and use it. a ball breaks the moment, the concentration. it shoots out from the door, and ushijima jumps effortlessly to retrieve it.
you run, jump even higher than him. you soar and leap higher than ushijima’s jump on top of height, stealing the ball away from his hands. when you land, you return the ball, but you say, grave and honest:
my name is shōyō hinata, and i grew from the concrete. i’m going to beat you and go to nationals.
ushijima looks both startled and excited— and he keeps your rebelling glare to heart. ]
Oozes in late
Jeez he was rude to everyone, huh? Not just me but so cocky and full of himself to everyone he met. Though it pisses me off Ushiwaka decided to put Seijoh down like that.
[There's a pause, realising he's just seen a memory not his own. He saw one of L's but this is still WEIRD to him.]
Sho-chan... Was that one of your memories?
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time to put that stuff in a jar and shake it up like a shake weight. he’s even made a challenge out of it: whoever shakes the longest with one arm wins the first spoon!
his propped up omni on the kitchen counter starts— playing something, though, and he knew the voices. he could even imagine it in his head and bounds around the counter mid jar-shaking to see. he doesn’t exactly mind it playing. it wasn’t something super secret, plus! it was incredibly nostalgic. way to go, tiny him! ]
Yeah, it . . . Wait, Ushijima was rude to you?
[ he talked so highly of oikawa that—! ]
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Sure, beating Ushijima and the rest of the Japanese National Team at the Olympics had him less hostile towards the man, but the two still were rivals and Tooru could hold a grudge.]
Oh yeah, constantly. You didn't see him back in middle school or most of high school, he was constantly coming after me to get me to go to Shiratorizawa when I'd already made a promise to Iwa-chan that we'd make it to Nationals together. Arrogant bastard.
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Maybe he just . . . Really wanted to play with you?
Pages 10-15, any audio/video I found was awful quality and too quiet rip
He did, but devote my time only to the team's ace? Nah, that's not my style. I wasn't gonna perfect sets for him and him alone.
[And then his own memory of the day Seijoh lost suddenly plays, because Tooru began thinking too much about it.]
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*a good deal, weeps in auto correct
Patpat, I rarely notice typos, I speak them fluently 😂
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@ochako | cw: the scarabs from the mummy
Ready, Ochako—?! [ a double high-five awaits her! or perhaps, make that quadruple. egg follows shōyō’s lead and want the same for his feather claws. ] Team Space Birds!
[ deep tweet ]
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I think so, just wanted to double check our supplies... [She's beaming at Shoyo, despite being pretty serious on the inside. Her main worry is people having fallen down and injured themselves...or worse, so time if of the essence.] I can float us all down with my quirk, or would you rather do it yourselves?
[M-Maybe said as she absently gives scritchies and pets to Egg, because it just reminds her too much of Dark Shadow, and he loved pets. Of course, as she stands up and stretches, she will 100% smack both her palms to Shoyo's careful not to touch him with all her five fingers...l-lest he start to float by mistake, ahaha...]
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Do the floaty thing.
[ please do the floaty thing he's begging you! ]
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Okay, okay, both of you on either side of me.
[She says, giving herself an absent pat as she begins to lift off the ground in Zero Gravity. Her two hands are outstretched for the human and his bird to take, and once her five fingers connect with their skin...the telltale pink glow of her fingerpads will activate her quirk on them both and they'll feel the brief "butterflies in the stomach" tingle as they both start to lift off the ground as well.
She did it, the floaty thing.]
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icon is exactly how shoyo reads at this very moment: woooooooo!!! ]
This is awesome—! [ said in a high pitched tune that only flies higher—! ] You're so awesome!!
i love him....
Ehehe...thanks, i-it's really nothing, just my quirk. [Seriously. This is exactly what her quirk does at the most basic of levels. When she uses it to fight, that's when it's pretty cool, but hopefully...there won't be need for that (foreshadowing).] Okay, I'm gonna bring us down, so hang on tight, okay? Don't let go of my hand!!
[They'll still float, but, uh...she'll have to go fetch them if they do just waft about aimlessly, and that's no fun if they panic, especially Egg. But! Ochako tightens her grip and starts to move them down slowly into the dark ravine. Deeper and deeper...]
and he loves you
gasp... (っ˘ω˘ς )
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(2/2) cw: buggy bugs that like skin
cw: bugs/insects, parasitic mentions
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cw i forgot we're talking about vomit
1/2 - OOPS yeah there's puke talk in them thar tags
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cw: MHA spoilers for season 3+
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2/2 - rolled a nat20 on the will save. /FLEXES
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we can start perhaps fading out here? 👏
sounds good!!
👏👏👏👏