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♞*— ( 倒れる )

     Whatever just happened, it couldn’t be explained.

     Dark magic wasn’t supposed to work, according to the laws of the world. It was something his family practiced quite regularly though, something a child still a few months shy of adulthood wasn’t supposed to have a good handle on; it was something he studied and practiced irregularly, given his brother was the one who taught it the most, but he never particularly gave it much credibility when concocting potions and spells.

     But he could be sure that something impossible did indeed occur, and he was now face-first on a dark forest floor after an unexplained warp and an ungraceful fall. The invitation to sleep was great, but being in an unknown location made him more awake than he wanted to be. Pushing himself quietly off the dirt, he scanned the area around him for anything familiar, or at least some way to help himself get back to where he was before.

     How did that spell go, again?

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                 《 ❖ ⋮ ❛ Tossing the bag of coins in the air, a pleased grin appeared on his face as he listened to the sounds of metal clinking against each other. Ah, music to his ears. Constantly craving for money, Hans was the type of individual who valued money above everything else in the world. The assassin was willing to do almost anything for money; and while his views were despicable to many people, he didn’t see anything wrong with being in love with money. A shrill noise caught his sensitive ears’ attention. The sound was emanating from something unpleasant. It was most likely a kyouma. Their numbers seemed to be increasing everyday; but he wasn’t worried since he was more powerful than them. 

                  Oh. It seemed like one managed to find him. Jumping in the air, he dodged the attack from the ferocious beast with ease. “Umenyao!” As he landed on a tree branch, he noticed there was a kid standing near the beast. Before the monster could even notice his presence, the cat sprung nto action and sliced its head off. Landing next to the boy, a grin appeared on his face as he leaned in uncomfortably close to him. “Aren’t you lucky I was here. You would have died otherwise nya. How unpleasant that would have been nyahahaha.”

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♥ spider ⇢ web｡

@shiroyokai

              ❛「☭ » 」— Seated on top of a branch, the leaves surrounding him concealed his presence from anyone who had the intention of crossing the bridge adjacent to his location. A bored expression settled on his face as he swung his leg back and forth in a lazy manner. Eyes attached to the worn down bridge, he impatiently waited for his target to arrive. Ahhhh... This was terribly boring. Hunting and sinking his claws into his prey’s flesh was far more fun than using bait to catch his victim. 

             However, he had no choice but to use this method since playing the role of a helpless woman in need was tiring. Kamanosuke used his effeminate appearance to trick idiots into believing he was a maiden with an innocent heart. After that, he would lure them in his nest and entrap them in his spider web. It was the perfect trap. The sound of footsteps captured his attention. A smirk blossomed on his face when he spotted his next victim. Excellent. Jumping from the tree, he landed directly in front of the stranger and waved his weapon on his face. “I was wondering when you were going to arrive. I was getting bored you know.”

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→ ◞ uuunya? »

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     “Mmmm…” He really considered what the reason behind Pocky day was just then. Had it been only to play the game? Maybe the sweet was simply so delicious it deserved an entire day to celebrate. There were a lot of choices in flavours, after all, so it could’ve been warranted. “It’s not just about the game, but it’s special. Kind of like… … Sharing Valentine’s day chocolates with someone you love.” Connecting it to such a day made him just a little flustered.

     Slowly he leaned his palm against the bench in the small space between them, moving close enough to take the other end of the pocky between his teeth. A small munch brought them a little bit closer, red hues attempting to pierce through those long, wild bangs that obstructed Hans’ eyes from view. He couldn’t decide if it was better or worse not being able to keep eye contact with him as he took another small nibble, being sure not to drop the pocky from his lips.

     He said he wouldn’t lose, but the sheer intimacy of  it surprised a lot of people into surrender.

[rforevengetta-blog]

                《 ❖ ⋮ ❛ Valentine’s day didn’t exist in his world either, but he had heard about it from Ritsu. It was the day lovers exchanged sweets to express their affection for each other; a day dedicated to the strange emotion called love “Eh, so it gives couples a chance to be lovey dovey nya.” Noticing the small blush blossoming on his face, he couldn’t help but snicker. This was the perfect opportunity to tease hm. “Nyehehehe! Did you get embarrassed from just talking about Valentine’s day? Thinking about how you’re gonna get me something are you?”

                Slowly munching on the pocky, he appeared to be unfazed by the distance of their faces. It wasn’t the first time they were this close, but something about eating their way towards each other made this situation different. Brushing away his bangs, a single cat-like eye emerged from the messy locks and gazed straight into Ritsu’s eyes. It wouldn’t be fair if he hid his eyes now would it?

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     Even the walk to and from the convenience store exausted the boy too much to keep himself awake. If it weren’t for Hans’ sudden question and incessant meowing, he would have dozed off right there on the bench. Tugging himself out of sleep with a bit of a struggle, he tried to piece together what his question had even been– it connected a bit easier when he noticed the couple the cat was pointing to.

     “….. Pocky game.” He muttered, before interrupting himself with a big yawn. “It’s Pocky day, y'know?” With his eyes still barely open, he felt around for the plastic bag full of treats they’d bought a little earlier. “They’re eating it. You both hold the pocky in your mouth and nibble it until you get to the middle. The first person to break away, loses.”

     He pulls a cardboard box from the bag, peeling away the tab and breaking the plastic to pull out a stick of chocolate pocky. He holds it out, chocolate end first, to Hans’ lips.

     “Here. Put this in your mouth.”

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                 《 ❖ ⋮ ❛ The elongated silence followed by his question prompted him to believe the other fell asleep. It wouldn’t really be a surprise to discover he had dozed off since he was notoriously well-known for his strange sleeping quirk. Oh, so he was awake. What a surprise. “So it’s a game? Aren’t they too old to be playing games nya?” Pressing his sharp nail against his head, he gently scratched his scalp in confusion. Maybe it was a game made specifically for adults. “You dedicated a whole day to a game? Nyahaha, you guys never fail to amaze me!” 

                “Are we gonna play it?” A mischievous grin stretched across his face. Excitement washed over his face as he took a seat next to him. For him to believe he could defeat the cat... it was amusing. He was a thousand years too early. "I’m not going to lose to you nya!” Taking the stick from him, he gently placed it between his teeth and waited for Ritsu to do the same.

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→ ◞ uuunya? »

@sinpylae

                  《 ❖ ⋮ ❛ This certainly was a strange country. Not only was the technology foreign and unknown to his universe, but they had strange rules and customs. It was a drag to learn them; and terribly annoying to follow since he disliked being restrained by the law. “Hey, what are they doing nya? Is this kind of thing normal here too?” Calling out to Ritsu, he rudely pointed at the two individuals. The woman had a stick pressed against her lips and the man was biting on the other end of the stick. “Are they sucking each other through the stick or something nya?”

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━ ❄ ❛ fireworks.

           — ⊰ ⊹ ⊱ — Standing in the corner of the bustling street, he watched the citizens of Namimori treading around him through his timid eyes. It was uncomfortable to be near so many people, but he was able to endure it. Donning on their thick coats and gloves, everyone was prepared for the icy breeze this winter was gifting them with. The young Shimon was wearing a large brown coat, black ear muffs and a red scarf to protect himself from the cold weather. It really was freezing, and he could feel his hands growing numb. The only reason why he was outside in the cold was because he was waiting for a dear friend of his.

          When Tsuna found out Enma was going to be alone on Christmas eve, he immediately invited him to watch the fireworks together. A small smile unconsciously spread across his lips when the memory resurfaced in his mind. He was kind, and the redhead loved that about him. Glancing down at the present in his hands, he nervously fidgeted, suddenly feeling insecure about the gift he picked out. Would his friend even like it? When he heard a voice call out for him, he immediately whipped his head up. A gentle smile blossomed on his face when he realized it was Tsuna. “Hello... Tsuna-kun. It’s really cold today isn’t it? Don’t worry... You’re on time. I just arrived ten minutes earlier.”

@zakeras

[necrophages-blog]

     Relief washed over him the moment he saw the smaller boy blink, shoulders relaxing upon hearing the laugh that had caused him to almost jump hardly two minutes ago. His seemingly being alright just meant there was something less he had to take care off. Though admittedly, the redhead didn’t feel at ease until the other sat up.

      “Fastball…” Clearly, this kid didn’t know much about basketball, or rather, he was too invested in his own sport to care. He could relate to that, really. Years and years of training in these courts had made Kagami practically blind in regards to other disciplines, and thus he found this stranger anything but to blame - even though his behavior was still rather odd. “I’m not sure if I want to know about your other injuries.” Because really, after headbutting a basketball hoop himself, he’d rather not test his luck by talking about such things. “But you can’t just… throw a ball like that.” Mimicking Raichi’s pitch in a quite languid manner, he didn’t tear his eyes away from the other, curiosity dwelling in his irises. “Are you sure you’ve played basketball before? I could show you the basics - if you’re ever interested, that is, uh…” What was even his name?

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             —《  » ♦｡》— Raichi hoped the throbbing pain would disappear soon, or at least lessen by tomorrow. Practicing while he was in pain wasn’t a problem, but it wouldn’t be ideal at all. It was most likely best not to mention this to his bastard of a dad or his other teammates. There was no point worrying them. “It’s nothing major. It’s just things like tripping over a base plate and falling down or tripping over my own feet.” Not a big deal at all. Glancing at the ball lying on the ground, he wondered if he should have tried to angle it better. “I’ve played basketball before.... when I was still in grade school maybe.” 

             A small blush formed in his cheeks when he asked for his name. For some reason, he couldn’t help but feel flustered when he had to introduce himself. Scratching his cheek with his finger, he did his best to avoid eye contact. “It’s Todoroki Raichi... I’m a first year in Yakushi...” Having all of the stranger’s attention on him was nerve wrecking. “I would like to lear the basics...”

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⇣ ⋯ 100% ❜

              —《  » ♦｡》— "Kahahaha!” A shrill laughter escaped his lips as he pinned his sparring partner down onto the mat. Removing the stick he had pressed against the others neck, he took a few steps backwards and prepared himself for his next opponent. Five to nil. It wasn’t uncommon for him to dominate his partner during sparring matches. There was no one who could compete against his physical prowess. When he realized who he was going to spar with next, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Ah. It was Narumiya Mei. The guy who always looked at him with disdain and had nothing pleasant to say about Raichi.

              He nervously laughed before stepping onto the mat with his stick. Despite his rugged appearance, he was a quiet and introverted individual who didn’t know how to deal with people. Especially people like Mei; but none of that mattered right now. A smirk replaced the nervous smile on his face. Pointing the tip of the stick at Mei, he abruptly dashed towards the blond and aimed straight for his head. People often told Raichi that he was two faced because his personality on the battlefield didn’t match his real personality. The Raichi that was hungry to fight was completely different from the Raichi that was extremely shy.

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[diffusingconscious-blog]

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Miyuki’s eyes drag down the sheets of paper lazily stapled together, flipping back and forth through the presented pages as if by chance he’d misread it, or missed a large gaping amount of text that would make the entire package infinitely more bearable. He had not. Dragging a free hand through the stray locks that tickled his forehead the catcher read on, tired, and admittedly a bit shocked. His face morphs now into a nervous half-grin, eyebrows raised with a hint of disbelief. Miyuki, once finished, sets the piece of paper down on the table of the booth both him and his teammate shared, leaning back in his seat while ignoring the others expectant look of excitement.

He looks at the resume first, then at Eijun, then back at the resume. He makes a grab for the straw in his glass of water, playing with the ice as it melted in his cup. Finally, he pushes up his glasses and looks directly into those familiar sparkling eyes.

“Well,” he starts and watches the other jolt after the period of silence, “this is definitely the worst resume I’ve ever read! You’re seriously amazing, Sawamura.” Miyuki exaggerates his shocked expression with his jaw drop, but his words aren’t false. Before the other can react the bespectacled teen picks up the sheets of paper, displaying it back at its owner.

“You don’t have a cover letter,” he starts, “I can tell you didn’t spell check any of this,” Miyuki points at the various misspellings including words like determnined, intilligent, anddedicatid. “and you put Coach as a possible reference but didn’t even put contact information. How are employers going to know who ‘Boss’ is?”

Miyuki sets the papers down once more and takes a long sip of the water he set off, taking his lips off the straw only to finish with: “Well, maybe they’ll accept this at Clown school? There are none in town, though, so you’ll hae to look elsewhere. Good luck, Sawamura-kuuun.”

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                  ` ⇢「 ♦ 」» Confidence radiated from the pitcher’s face as he patiently waited for his catcher to finish reading his masterpiece. Even though English was not his forte, he was confident his resume was excellent because he had placed a lot of effort into his work; and hard work always paid off, right? Eijun had extensively read through instructions and samples of other resumes before writing his own. Granted, he skipped through all the long paragraphs; but it was the end result that mattered! If only Haruichi and Furuya could see him now. They would certainly be blown away by how amazing his resume was.

                 His enthusiasm was shattered into pieces when Miyuki opened his mouth and uttered the words he never thought he would hear. Sweat began to form on his forehead when the other began to nitpick on his mistakes. Spellcheck? He had a faint memory of learning that in class, but he couldn’t quite remember what it was. “But boss is boss! How can people not know who he is?” It was illogical, but rational to the pitcher. 

                When the other started to make fun of him, he angrily twitched before grinding his teeth down. “Nhnnnhn...” It was frustrating because he couldn’t even deny the bastard’s words. “Instead of making fun of me, why don’t you do your job and help me out here?!” Pointing at him, his expression reflected the anger he was feeling from being mocked. A part of him regretted asking this smug bastard for help; but a part of him really needed it since he needed to get a job in this town.

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I thought ur url said foreveregetti

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