june/july catch-all!

[grice]

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.

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@blue | cw: ghosts, animal abuse, eventual mentions of possession and death

[brushy]

[ amaterasu was no stranger to ghosts. she’s sat and conversed with them on many occasions, and when on a fine summer day on her usual runs across trench, her coat thin and slim against her frame to battle the heat, she sees a soul that she once had, so long ago but seeming like yesterday: rao, the priestess, shimmering like a faded memory, once slain by a dreadful fox who then used her corpse as a puppet.

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?” ]

@sasuke | cw: (sasuke’s) living nightmares

[asas]

[ that’s enough for today.

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? ]

@oikawa

[asas]

( ⭐️ clip here, for easy viewing/if you’d like to skip the written description! )

[ 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. ]

@ochako | cw: the scarabs from the mummy

[asas]

[ so what happens when a hole opens up in the middle of trench? adventure, that’s what. once shōyō had found a partner to join his party (and a great partner, at that), ochako will meet once again with exuberant athlete, his crow omen, and a . . . a very large chicken named egg. good thing he had never gotten rid of the equipment handed over by the moss king on his exploration into the catacombs that did earn him egg— he’s got a head light, and a backpack! and some rope, but that’s about it. ]

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 ]